Her full, heavy breasts strained obscenely against the thin material, the soft, jiggling flesh spilling and overflowing around my greedy fingers. Even through the shirt, I could feel how hot and swollen they were, her thick, rock-hard nipples poking prominently like two needy little bullets, already stiff and begging for abuse.
I cupped both massive tits roughly, my hands sinking deep into the soft, pillowy flesh through the fabric, squeezing and kneading them possessively like I owned every inch.
My thumbs flicked and rolled her swollen, throbbing peaks in tight, cruel circles, pinching and tugging them hard enough through the shirt to make the wet fabric cling obscenely to her sensitive buds.
"Peter…" she whimpered, voice already breaking with lust, her heavy tits heaving and jiggling in my brutal grip with every ragged breath.
Luna gasped sharply, her back arching as a filthy moan tore from her throat.
