In the dimly lit bedroom, Adrian sat with his legs spread wide, leaning against the headboard. Between his legs was Christine, naked, kneeling in front of him. She held her breasts with both hands, pushing them together to create a cleft where his thick, hot cock was nestled.
His purple cock looked menacing, contrasting sharply with her smooth, delicate breasts. Christine didn't have exaggeratedly large breasts, and her cleavage wasn't deep, just a shallow valley struggling to rub against his hot shaft and swollen tip.
It was clear that Christine didn't know how to do a titfuck, or maybe she had never done it before. She bit her lower lip, her gaze downcast, her long eyelashes trembling. She looked at her own cleavage with a mix of panic and shame, ears burning red.
