He walked toward Jaz, putting his palm flat against her chest, right over her sweaty jersey, and pressed down hard, feeling her breast give way under his hand, heavy and soft.
Everyone shut up, nobody moved. Jaz just stood there with her mouth open, totally stunned.
"N-Nash, w-what are—"
She looked into his eyes and the words just died in her throat. The guy looked serious, very determined, definitely too serious for a dude groping her.
"Until today, you used your strength like a weapon," he said. "But when you face someone stronger than you, you get dominated. And still, you never stop trying."
His hand slid under the edge of her jersey, touching her bare skin, hot and slick with sweat. His other hand followed immediately.
Slowly, he yanked the jersey up, and both her enormous breasts spilled into his palms. They were heavy and firm, her brown nipples pointing straight up.
"N-Nash...?!"
