At least, you assume that's your liaison agent. She seems distracted by her body, as you feel in yours. A rage surfaces with a snarl, as you take her in.
"Agent Cochrane?" you ask the new arrival.
She squares up to look you in the eye. Nodding 'yes' in response. She's more petite than you... irritatingly in every dimension. Shorter, but far less endowed too. A trade-off you'd happily accept to be out of this bouncy castle of a body.
As if to drive the point home, she's dressed in a tomboyish fashion. A sharp suit that gives her far more authority. Even if you wore something in the same fashion, the sheer femininity of your body would broadcast a very different message.
Even her casual smile irritates, taunting your too voluptuous body, with the comparison of her own, serving as the sharpest contrast. Cradling, and trying to minimise your bust works out as a humiliating defeat. The size of the girls, overflows your hands, and sets an excited tingle inside you, as your nips press into those warm palms.
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