Then, with a flick of his wrist, he yanked the fabric down.
Her tits sprang free like a pair of escaped convicts.
Bouncy. Full. Practically begging for his tongue.
He let the dress bunch up around her waist and backed off slightly, just enough to admire the view.
Her breasts jiggled once, then settled—heavy, flushed, already beading with a hint of milk.
She clutched at the sheets, face burning.
'No. I can do this. This is just... part of the deal. I'm not enjoying this. Not even a little...'
Meanwhile, Rae was just licking his lips like a starved man in front of a feast.
His mouth hung open.
Eyes glazed. He looked like a man who'd just seen the gates of heaven swing wide open, except heaven, in this case, was a pair of perfectly plump, milk-heavy tits.
The sheer weight of her melons had him mesmerized.
Not obscenely huge,but just the right size to suffocate a man in bliss.
