"Next," I said, uttering the lewd nonsense with a flat face. "We'll focus on the chest area. Massage here is crucial for improving circulation and relieving accumulated tension."
Without giving her time to question or protest, I moved. My body rose over hers. I didn't go straight for her pussy. Instead, I knelt astride her, my thighs bracketing her hips, and leaned forward.
My cock, wet and glistening with her saliva, I lowered. I nestled it between her full, warm breasts—soft, pliant, yet firm. The sensation of her warm skin immediately enveloping my shaft made me let out a soft groan.
"We will massage your breasts this way," I whispered, my voice hoarse with pleasure. My large hands grasped both of her breasts from the sides, holding them, squeezing gently while pushing them together tighter, trapping my cock more firmly in the deep valley of her chest.
