The confession hung in the air, raw and pathetic, but Mike didn't judge. Instead, he reached down, his large hands suddenly clamping onto her breasts.
His grip was rough, almost bruising, as he squeezed her cleavage together with overwhelming strength.
"Then let me teach you how to really use them," Mike growled.
He didn't just hold them; he began to move them. With his hands guiding her flesh, he began to pump her breasts up and down over his cock at an inhuman speed.
The force was incredible. Aveline's head snapped back as her entire upper body was jerked in rhythm with his hands.
Slap... squelch... slap... schlick!
"AAAAAHHHH! OH GOD! MIKE! NNNGHH!" Her scream was primal as the sudden increase in speed and pressure sent electricity shooting straight to her clitoris.
The friction was intense, the wet sounds becoming a rapid-fire staccato of obscene squelching. "It's... it's too fast! Ahh! But don't stop! Nnngh... YES! MORE!"
