Tiffany looked deep into my eyes and saw exactly how turned on I was for her, and she was just as turned on for me. Her cheeks were flushed, breathing quick and shallow. The heat between us was thick enough to taste.
Slowly, she reached behind her back, fingers finding the clasp of her black lace bra. With a soft click, she unhooked it.
The straps loosened instantly, sliding down her shoulders as the bra fell forward between us. She caught it for a second, teasing me, then tossed it aside carelessly. Her massive mommy milkers spilled free, heavy and full, dropping with a soft bounce right in front of my face. Creamy, pale skin, dark pink areolas, nipples already stiff.
They rested against my chest, warm and impossibly soft, the weight of them pressing down on me like a promise.
The sight of those creamy, massive boobs made me wild. I couldn't look away, my eyes locked on them as they rose and fell with her breathing.
