I finally pulled out slow, a thick stream of cum following, dripping down her thighs onto the table. She whimpered at the emptiness, body still trembling from the last orgasm.
I wasn't finished with those tits.
I lifted her easily, turned her around, and sat her on the edge of the massage table. Her legs parted on instinct, cum-slick thighs framing me as I stepped between them.
Those massive, perfect breasts were right in front of me—heavy, flushed, pink nipples hard and glistening from earlier sweat and juices of her own arousal.
I cupped them from underneath, lifting their weight, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. She gasped, arching into my hands.
"Been neglecting these," I muttered, voice rough, before I leaned in and took one deep pink nipple into my mouth.
