When I went to a coffee shop, there was a waitress with big breasts. Her underwear was visible through her tight white shirt, and when she bent over, I could see her cleavage that looked like it was about to overflow. Her soft-looking breasts swayed every time she brought food. Ah, I want to touch them... I want to be buried in them... I want to be sandwiched between them... I want to rub against them... I want to squeeze those breasts...