My hand slid down to one of her slightly saggy but incredibly soft tits. I grabbed it roughly, my fingers sinking deep into the heavy, warm flesh. Her large, dark areola felt perfect under my palm as I squeezed and kneaded the heavy breast. I yanked it upward hard, watching it stretch and bounce back.
"So fucking good," I groaned.
"Ah…" Carrie moaned softly, her breath catching.
"Talked to Tom again?" I asked, still playing with her tit.
She shook her head.
"Well, don't talk to him before asking me, okay? I don't want that good-for-nothing bothering you."
"But…"
"But what?"
Carrie kept her neutral expression for a moment, then simply shook her head. "Nothing."
"Good girl."
I continued playing with her tits, groping and squeezing them possessively, occasionally pinching her stiff nipples. Then I gave her left tit a firm smack, watching it jiggle.
"Get up. Stand in front of me."
Carrie stood up immediately. I leaned back on the couch, looking her over.
"Bend over."
