The autumn wind made the leaves of the trees sway. "I've never had a boyfriend," she said shyly. I was captivated by her profile, which still held a lingering innocence. Wakaba, 21 years old, a college student. She skipped her lectures to come see me today. She's never had a single boyfriend. However, she mentioned she's had sex a few times with men she met at her part-time job or while drinking. "Men often tell me they want a titjob." Her G-cup breasts are so large they're obvious even through her clothes. Any man would want one. "I won't say something like that," I said gently, and she gave a small, relieved smile. But I did want it. I wanted my cock wrapped in them. We moved from the cafe to a hotel, entering a dim room lit only by indirect lighting. I kissed her gently and rubbed her breasts over her clothes. Red lingerie stood out against her fair skin. When I stripped it away, those G-cup breasts spread out before my eyes. At that moment, my emotions exploded. "Actually, would it be okay if you gave me a titjob?" Despite my vulgar request, she nodded without a hint of displeasure. That carefree smile only made me feel more miserable. But I didn't care if I was miserable. My cock was wrapped in Wakaba's soft breasts. In those breasts that were like light. I don't remember what happened after that. I only remember those breasts swaying.