I slid the towel away slowly until her massive ass filled my vision. Black lace panties clung tight to her, hugging every curve. My throat dried. I poured more oil into my hands and pressed into her flesh, kneading, spreading, sliding over those heavy mounds.
She gasped louder this time, hips shifting ever so slightly. "God… that feels…" She trailed off, her voice almost a whimper.
I kept going, working my palms deep into her ass, pushing and rolling the flesh under slick skin, the oil glistening as I moved. My fingers crept lower, trailing the lace, brushing dangerously close to where her thighs parted.
Each stroke drew out another sound, higher, needier, her body betraying her as the oil warmed and my hands explored. Her legs twitched, spreading just a fraction.
My fingertips skimmed the very edge of her pussy, just a teasing brush through the lace. She gasped sharp, her whole back arching in reflex.
