#14989 - He stripped his clothes from his body, figuring he was better naked than in the grip of that fell fiend and began to use the patches of the fabric at the back of his clothing, where the thing hadn’t gotten him with its mysterious fluid to try and wipe the substance from the rest of him. The breast he now cupped filled his hand, soft flesh feeling wonderful between his fingers, each heavy orb tipped by a thick nipple that stood prominently, they felt simply amazing, each squeeze of his hands sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him, and he had to admit the feel of a woman's full chest in his hands was never an unpleasant one, even in the knowledge that they were, somehow, his own. He found himself leaning back against the wall once more, sliding down until he sat on his plush, pillowy ass and let his head loll forward, heavy and tired.