Claire's eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "That's not fair! You're just saying that!" she protested, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness.
I chuckled, my hands still cupping Yelena's breasts, my thumbs brushing over her skin. "No, no, I need to be thorough," I said, my voice teasing. "Now, let's check the size." My hands moved to measure the circumference of each breast, my fingers tracing the curves, feeling the fullness.
Claire's breath hitched as I turned back to her, my hands measuring her in the same way. "Hmmmm... don't," she whispered, her voice breathless, though her eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Mmm, I know," I murmured, my voice rough with satisfaction. "But you love it."
Yelena let out a low, triumphant laugh, her fingers brushing against Claire's shoulder. "Admit it," she purred, her voice teasing. "I win."
