Like the fairy sister-in-law, her breasts, about a D-cup, possess both the soft, nurtured maturity of a woman who has carried life and the resilient, firm elasticity unique to those who keep their bodies trained. The feel was remarkably similar to Nina's.
The small nipples were still soft. The moment they were grasped, Bella in his arms began to struggle violently.
She grabbed Luis's arms with both hands, trying to pull them away. Being kissed by a man was disgusting enough, but now her breasts were being grabbed too; she truly hadn't prepared herself mentally for this.
Yet, she underestimated the single-minded ingenuity a man possesses when driven by lust. With her hands busy trying to pull his away, her lower body was left undefended.
His more agile left hand instantly swept up her long skirt. His palm covered her soft, fragrant, warm thigh, stroking it back and forth, his movements so rough that his fingers immediately brushed against the slick silk of her panties.
