I reached out slowly, my hands sliding over her mature breasts, feeling their full, pendulous weight settle into my palms. They were softer than the younger ones, sagging just enough to show their natural, lived-in beauty.
They felt warm and heavy, overflowing my fingers as I cupped them. The skin was smooth and slick from the steam, slightly damp with condensation, every curve yielding under my touch. I squeezed firmly, slowly exploring every inch of her boobs, kneading the plush flesh deeply and feeling how they molded around my hands, how the softness gave way yet still pushed back with that mature fullness.
"Your boobs are really so hot," I said, my voice low and rough as I squeezed them hard. My hands sank deep into Olivia's mature, heavy breasts, soft, yielding flesh overflowing my palms, their weight perfect and obscene. I kneaded them firmly, my fingers digging in, feeling every inch of her warm, slick skin give under the pressure.
