She touched her erect n*****s, pinching them between two fingers, scratched her areolas with her finger nails and massaged her full, hearty breasts with her hands. What it must feel like, I couldn't know, I didn't have breasts like hers, but her total delight was unmistakably sincere.
"Uuuu... Haa... Haa..." While massaging herself, her lower half started to make lustful movements. Her flat belly and fat thighs tensed slightly, and her hips bulged, onto then back and forth. She twisted her swollen n****e, at this point the size of her pinky, with firm force, emitting a scream of a cry. Even her toes squirmed in her white socks.
She scrunched her brow and opened her lips to breathe. That mouth was quite an unusual shape: the lower lip was thicker and closed the mouth very flat like a hori
