"You love this," Zoe continued, her tone filthier now. "You love how my fat t**s wrap around your big f*****g c**k. So thick... it's like they were made just to milk you."
Nate's moans deepened, his hips starting to buck gently into the rhythm, helplessly chasing her movements.
Zoe's tongue flicked out, catching just beneath the swollen head when it reached the top of her stroke. She licked it slowly. Teasing. Worshipful.
"Mmm... f**k, you're leaking for me," she whispered, catching the slick bead with her tongue. "You're right there, aren't you? I can feel it."
He was shaking now, legs taut, the tension radiating through his whole body. His eyes rolled back as her breasts tightened around him, her hands pressing them harder, faster, the glide obscene and relentless.
"Come on, baby,"
