Harper knelt on the floor with a feline grace. The minuscule fabric of her bikini barely contained her curves, accentuating every undulating movement of her hips. Her eyes, dark and laden with lust, never left mine as she approached.
When she got close, she rubbed her face against my thigh, then nuzzled her face against my hard cock, rubbing against it like an affectionate cat, but her gaze was one of pure lust.
"You want to fuck these big tits, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a low, silky drag that seemed to echo directly down my spine.
After saying that, she grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them, molding the generous flesh against the tiny bikini fabric.
Her thumbs slowly passed over her nipples, which were hardened and visible even through the material.
