Can't Take His Eyes Off Her

Robby's eyes locked on Lauren's tits, slow and steady, like they were teasing him on purpose. Every breath pushed those big, soft mounds out, and the way she sat had her skirt riding high—nothing underneath, and he knew it. His pulse kicked hard, but then she grinned and said she wanted him too. That lit the fuse. He told her they'd switch therapists later, then yanked her close, burying his face between those warm, heavy breasts and shaking his head like a man gone feral. She pulled his cock free and wrapped her tits around him, slicking up and down while he pumped between them, lost in the heat and pressure until everything went tight and fast and right.