

Separated only by the thin fabric, my breasts protruded from the cups of my bra, barely holding their weight. With every movement, they shook and jiggled like ripe melons filled with sweet juice. My fingers slid over the firm flesh, sinking into the softness and leaving light pink marks. I threw my head back as her palm circled one of my breasts, squeezing it, making the flesh flatten between her fingers. A nipple swelled, showing through the fabric, and my skin went goosebumps with each touch. The other breast swayed violently in time with her breathing, as if inviting the same gentle. As the moisture dripped from my pussy, the big tits continued to beckon-they were like a magnet, begging for my lips, kissing, nibbling, licking the tight nipples until I moaned, arching my body.