"Kuh!" Goodness! It was a titjob of devastating sensuality. She might not be good, but her voluptuous breasts and dedication made up more than for her shortcomings.
She used her hands to squeeze her breasts tighter around him, then slid them up and down his length. The friction was incredible, the softness of her skin, the firm pressure of her hold, the sight of his cock disappearing between the creamy, full mounds.
Sweat and pre-cum beaded at his length, providing a natural lubricant that made each pass smoother, more decadent.
"How about now? Do you agree?" She slowly whispered, her voice was like a devil's temptation.
"Will you train my boy? Will you make him a knight… like you?" She increased her pace, her breasts moving in a steady, milking rhythm. It was almost like she did not want to hear no. She knew she was being selfish, but so what?
