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Britney’s Diary - February 6th, 2026
Day off: blissful freedom from the office grind. Lounged on the couch all morning, topless as always, my heavy tits spilling free against the soft cushions, nipples perking up from the chill. Sipped black coffee, the steam curling around my bare skin, making everything feel lazy and charged. Scrolled through contacts on my phone, and there it was: Chris’s number. That fresh-faced intern, all wide-eyed stares during meetings, devouring my cleavage like a starving pup. We’d only chatted in group threads, professional bullshit with a dozen others. But today? Fuck it.
