Hana gasped for air the moment her mouth was free, her chest heaving desperately.
Saliva connected her lips to the head of his cock in thick, glistening strings that stretched and finally broke, falling to splatter across her chin and neck.
Her face was a mess—tear-stained, flushed dark red, mascara running in black streaks. Her lips were swollen and puffy, glistening with spit and precum.
Raven shifted his weight, moving off her chest and settling between her spread thighs instead.
His hands grabbed the undersides of her thick thighs, pushing them up and back toward her chest.
"Wait—what are you—"
"Your breasts," he said simply, his eyes dropping to her massive chest. "I want to fuck them."
Hana's breath caught, fresh mortification flooding through her.
"They're... they're too old," she whispered, her voice hoarse and raspy from having her throat fucked. "They sag. They're not—"
"Perfect," Raven interrupted, releasing her thighs and moving to straddle her stomach instead.
