The old accountant never figured out this free treat of instant gratification as he steps behind me and brings both hands around the side of my sensationally designed dress and slides his open hands around my bare boobs held in by the front of the dress. His hands went right under and around the front to slide up around and tweak my big puffy n*****s.
“Mmmmh…” The soft moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. “This is just… ahhh… beautiful. Just beautiful. Your hands feel so good…”
“Your t**s are fantastic.”
“Are they like Katrina’s?” I say to bait him, pushing my chest a little harder into his palms, another quiet “ohhh…” escaping as he rolled the lacquered tips between his fingers.
“Yes, very much the same size only I’ve never felt them... I've only seen them behind tight tops
