Those soft, luscious mounds bounced rhythmically with every thrust. They were so large and so full, that their motion became mesmerizing. Each bounce was like a wave rippling through her flesh, and the hypnotic sway pulled Kouhei's attention again and again, as if her breasts alone were casting a spell on his eyes and mind.
Kouhei kept driving himself into Nagisa, his hips slapping against hers with audible, wet impacts, all while his gaze remained locked on those heavenly tits. The way they rose and fell with soft, tender, trembling with each collision was utterly captivating.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached out and cupped them with both hands. His fingers sank into her warm skin, groping and kneading the heavy globes as his hips continued pounding into her tight, slippery pussy. His grip was firm, but reverent with his palms full of her softness, her warmth seeping into his fingertips.
"Aahh, aahhnnggg, ahh, ah, ah, ahhh, ahh, ahnnn, ahhh!!!"
