The small mirror in which Amaka was using to look at herself was cracked, but it didn't matter. Amaka only needed to see the important parts. She saw her full, red lips, slightly parted. She saw the mischief in her dark eyes. Then she looked down. Her hands cupped her large, heavy breasts, lifting them in the worn-out white uniform. The buttons were straining, ready to pop. She loved her tits. They were big and soft and men lost their minds over them. She let them drop and watched them bounce. ...