Julie's eyes widened in pure shock—her hands cupping the massive globes fully now, lifting and squeezing them like she was testing ripe fruit. The blouse strained, buttons straining at the seams, the fabric pulling taut over the overflowing flesh.
Gabriela's tits were legendary—fuller than Julie's, heavier, spilling over her palms like warm dough, the weight making them sway and jiggle with every breath. The nipples—dark, thick, easily an inch long when hard—stood out like erasers, begging for abuse.
"Jesus… Gabriela… I knew they were big, but this…?" Julie breathed, voice a mix of awe and hunger.
She pulled the blouse open wider—buttons popping free with soft pings—and yanked the cups of Gabriela's bra down, freeing the tits completely.
They bounced out—heavy, pendulous, the undersides pale and veined, nipples jutting forward like dark arrows. Julie's fingers sank into the soft flesh, kneading deeply, watching them overflow her hands.
