I reached down—slow, deliberate—and cupped both heavy breasts through the open shirt. Fuck, they were perfect. Overflowing my palms, soft and warm, the weight of them makes my cock twitch harder in anticipation.
I squeezed once—firm, possessive—thumbs digging into the plush upper swells until she let out a low, throaty moan that vibrated straight to my balls.
"Jack… oh god…" Her voice was wrecked, a mix of shame and raw want, her hips shifting subtly on the tile as if her pussy was clenching around nothing.
"Do you… " Want me to remove the bra?" she asked shyly, voice quivering, eyes locked on my throbbing cock where it bobbed inches from her lips.
I shook my head, voice rough. "No. Keep it on. I want to fuck your tits with the bra squeezing me… making it tighter… dirtier."
