Her massive tits swayed heavier with the motion, lace bra straining, nipples hard and dark through the sheer fabric.
Every time she bobbed, they bounced, brushing my thigh, the soft weight of them driving me insane. I reached down with my free hand, grabbing one roughly—squeezing hard, thumb flicking the nipple through the lace until it poked out stiff and begging.
She moaned around me—deep, vibrating straight through my cock—and the sound was filthy, muffled, desperate. Her rhythm turned hungrier, head moving faster, lips tight and wet, tongue swirling sloppily at the head before plunging down again.
She gagged once more, louder this time, but pushed through it, taking me deeper than before, throat fluttering around the tip.
"That's it," I rasped, voice low and rough. "Choke on it a little. Feels so fucking good when you do."
