A Comparison Of Big Tits

Rachel walked in keyed up and sour. Charley met her at the door, led her to the room, and waited while she peeled off every stitch. Charley liked what she saw—Rachel’s nipples already tight around small silver bars. Once Rachel lay down, Charley’s hands took their time on those breasts, cupping and pressing, thumbs circling the piercings. Rachel tensed, unsure, until Charley stripped her own top and showed the same silver through her own nipples. The worry slipped away. Charley’s palms drifted lower, over the ribs, the belly, the soft inner thighs. She eased Rachel open and bent, tongue sliding slow and sure between slick folds. Rachel’s hips jerked; her breath broke into short, raw sounds. The orgasm hit fast and hard, shaking her from shoulders to calves. Charley stood, pushed her panties down, and climbed onto the table. Rachel didn’t hesitate—mouth open, hungry, licking deep until Charley’s thighs tightened and her low moan filled the small room. Both women breathing hard, Charley tucked a strand of hair behind Rachel’s ear and told her to ask for this table every week.