Bent over the voluptuous woman, Nexus' head bobbed from side to side. He kept alternating between both breasts, like an insatiable lover trying to satisfy a terrible hunger.
In between sucks, a moment of clarity seized him. Nexus realized he was supposed to be treating her. He had to justify why he was helping himself to her near-perfect high-class breasts. He lifted his head up slightly;
"Ma'am. . ." he began, "I'm currently using my tongue to give you a very special massage. . .this is going to open–"
But Mrs. Russell did not give two fucks. She pressed his head down, burying him even deeper into her right massive right boobs. The rest of Nexus' words drowned into the thickness of her flesh.
In one last desperate move, he tried to raise his head again, eager to explain himself. But her slender arms were wrapped tightly around his neck- refusing to budge. He opened his mouth to speak, but a slab of her soft flesh filled his mouth.
