Akane's enormous breasts—heavy, soft flesh that could barely be contained in two hands—squished against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin as she pressed closer.
"Nnnh..."
Those fat breasts molded around his bicep like warm dough, the weight of them pressing down, the softness swallowing his arm between the valley of her cleavage.
Her naked body pressed flush against his right side, her thick thighs—soft and meaty—brushing against his.
Those nine fluffy tails wrapped partially around his waist, the fur tickling his skin.
One of her delicate hands came to rest on his shoulder, fingers gripping gently, her small hand almost lost against his massive frame.
"Husband... you're scaring me," Akane's voice was small, vulnerable. "What's wrong? You seem rather silent."
