"Ahh… Alex… I'm such a bad wife…" she moaned louder, completely lost to pleasure now, voice breaking as her body betrayed every word. "So many men hit on me while I worked on this train for years… I was so faithful to my husband…"
I pulled her bra down slow—cups slipping under her heavy tits, letting them spill free fully, big and soft with dark nipples hard and begging, swaying heavy with every breath.
Free to squeeze them hard—hands full, kneading rough, feeling the weight overflow my palms, warm and soft from years of real life.
Free to pinch her nipples—twisting sharp, tugging until she cried out loud, body jolting, back arching to push them deeper into my grip.
Making her realize what her body had been missing for years—rough touch, young hands owning her mature curves like they were made for this.
