Each tit was MASSIVE and delicately soft. They both sat defiantly on her chest- refusing to drop.
Nexus groaned- remembering who she reminded him off.
–Mrs. Russell.
Like forked lightning, the name hovered over his mental space- saturating his thoughts. Just like her friend, the blonde woman had the same body type- incredibly soft, fleshy, and brimming with energy.
Looking down at Selina's breasts, Nexus' eyebrows curved- 'They look alike. . .do they also taste alike?'
Selina closed eyes tightened. Across the sheets, her slender arms slithered back and forth- gliding on the softness of the white sheets- triggering squeaky noises. Eager for his hands on her nipples- she arched her back, forcing her jiggly breasts to splash against his hands.
A deep groan erupted from her throat.
Her whole body contracted- trapping the air in her lungs. . .waiting. . .
