Pussy Pamper

Luci straddles Ray on the bed. She rubs lotion into Ray’s hands, slow circles that press their palms together. Their eyes lock and the air thickens. Ray’s gaze drops. Luci’s loose shirt gapes, heavy breasts swaying with each motion. Ray lifts her hand and cups one through the fabric, thumb brushing over the nipple that stiffens at once. She pushes the shirt higher, bares both tits, and squeezes their full weight. Her tongue finds the stiff peaks, wet and warm, just the way Luci loves it. They keep trading tastes, lips and tongues meeting skin again and again. Later Luci settles over Ray’s mouth, grinding down while Ray reaches up to hold those same breasts. Then they lock legs, hair brushing against hair, rocking until the rhythm turns slick and urgent.