With one hand still firmly gripping her hip, Ross used his free hand to reach up and seize one of her bouncing breasts.
The soft, warm flesh filled his palm, and he grinned as he toyed with it, kneading and squeezing, delighting in the way her body reacted to his touch.
Her breasts were perfect—full, round, and incredibly bouncy, moving with every thrust he drove into her.
He marveled at their softness, the way they molded to his touch, as if they were made for him to play with.
His fingers teased her sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, earning a sharp gasp from Imari.
Her back arched in response, pressing her chest further into his hand, and her moans grew louder, more desperate.
Every touch, every movement sent jolts of pleasure racing through her, her body utterly overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
