Olivia sat astride Kafka's abdomen, her bare thighs gripping his sides, her massive breasts thrust forward, their full, round shapes starkly outlined by the open shirt. His hands, warm and strong, rested on her breasts, groping gently over the thin fabric, his fingers tracing their curves with a careful, almost reverent touch.
The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt—a heady mix of warmth, pressure, and an electric thrill that coursed through her, igniting her body in ways that both exhilarated and horrified her.
"Stroke!♡~ Rub!♡~ Slide!♡~ Glide!♡~ Press!♡
As Kafka's fingers pressed into her flesh, kneading softly, Olivia's breath hitched, a shiver rippling down her spine. Each touch was tender, his palms cupping the weight of her breasts, lifting them slightly before letting them settle, the gentle bounce sending a pulse of sensation through her chest.
