Now that Anya had accepted his physical closeness, fondling her breasts was only a matter of time. Harry understood the principle that haste makes waste.
As he spoke, Harry naturally reached out, sliding his arm from under Anya's armpit toward the keyboard in front of her chest.
"This is your Editor's email… Just send the email directly to her…"
While speaking, Harry began typing on the keyboard.
This movement naturally pulled Anya even closer. Harry's cheek pressed against her temple, and as his fingers moved, their skin brushed lightly, sending a tingling wave of shy pleasure through Anya, who couldn't help but let out a soft, muffled moan: "Mmm~~~~"
Taking advantage of the motion, Harry subtly pressed his arms against either side of Anya's breasts, gently sandwiching her two plump, round orbs between them.
