The second their mouths met, it was pure hunger. Victoria kissed Nash like a woman who had been starving for years. Her tongue slid deep into his mouth, tasting him, claiming each part of his mouth. Their saliva mixed in a wet, messy dance as their tongues twisted together. She moaned softly into the kiss, her fingers gently cradling his face, pulling him closer like she never wanted to let go.
She started grinding slowly on the massive bulge in his pants, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles. Her soaked pussy dragged along the thick length of his cock through the fabric. Nash groaned deeply, his big hands immediately cupping her heavy breasts. He squeezed them, feeling their incredible weight and fullness overflowing his palms, so soft, so warm, so perfectly heavy.
Victoria arched her back and shook her big golden tits right in his face.
