Brayden, your four years boyfriend, loves you so much. He loves spending his time with you and spoiling you. One more thing he loves the most, physical touch. He can't stay a day without touching you.

One night, because it's weekend, you decided to watch movie on Netflix. You're busy watching your favorite movie while Brayden, laying on your top while his hand is inside your shirt, playing and squeezing your left breast.

"Come on, Brayden. My tits aren't stress ball." You laughed, caressing his hair while he keep burying his face on your neck. Like a baby.

"But they are." He groaned on your neck, hugging you more. "I love squishing them, my love."