Callum's Pov
When we finally took our seats at the dinner table, I had the chance to really see what my wife was putting on.
Mira wore a purple dress with a thick plunge neckline that barely held on. She had always had full heavy t**s, which were almost spilling out. The fabric looked sheer too, her t**s shone invitingly like they were begging to be manhandled and sucked.
"You look f*****g gorgeous, babe. " I told her.
She blushes hard, biting her lip as she saw my eyes on her cleavage. Don sat beside her, his eyes glued to my wife's hefty melons, not even looking away with me present.
Mira got nervous with all the stares so she shifted uncomfortably on her seat. Every move sent her huge titties softly bouncing, her fat n*****s poking the material, both screaming for attention.
