Liend tugged at her shirt—rough, insistent. The already-tight fabric stretched taut across Kiana's massive chest… until it gave way.
Buttons popped and scattered across the floor as the shirt burst open, seams splitting in surrender.
And from that broken space—something else pushed free.
Kiana's heavy breasts surged forward, barely restrained by the sheer white bra clinging to her skin. The fabric, thin and struggling, gave little resistance as her chest spilled outward—each movement of Liend's thrust making them bounce and press tighter against the delicate material.
Kiana remained slack against him—her mouth open, breath stuttering—as her body trembled in his grip, completely at his mercy.
Her pussy clenched tight around his cock, struggling to take his full size, each thrust driving her further into surrender.
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Liend gasped at the sight—his mother's bare, heaving bust fully exposed for the first time.
No layers hid her now—just the sheer, embroidered bra that clung to her curves, nearly transparent, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
His breath caught.
Kiana jerked beneath him—her body pushing up involuntarily against his relentless rhythm from below. She stayed pulled back, caught in his grip—his hand firm around her throat, holding her steady.
She trembled, body taut, her voice breaking apart in ragged gasps as he continued to drive into her—unrelenting.
"Liend—"She barely managed the word, a breathless whisper—
—before it melted into a moan, the moment his tip found her deepest point again—filling her fully.
"Mom..."
Liend whispered, voice low and reverent, as his fingers clutched tighter around her neck—pinning her tightly against him.
He shouldn't be this deep into her—not his own mother—
but the sight, the feel, the heat… it all drove him mad.
His other hand slid upward, gliding over the silken smooth skin of the woman beneath him—flawless surface that had kept her body impossibly soft… and youthfully tight… just for him.
"You are..."
His eyes locked on her chest, already flaring with breath, the fabric of her torn shirt slipping apart beneath the pressure.
Her massive breasts pushed against the delicate barrier of her bra—a sheer piece of fabric barely containing the fullness of her flesh.
Liend's hand drifted higher, fingertips brushing the edge of skin, exploring the heat radiating off her curves.
And then—he felt it.
The fabric.
His fingers spread wide across the taut material, finally gripping the impossible shape beneath it—his touch claiming her completely.
"Mom..."
Liend grunted, thrusting harder—his hips slamming into her with force, punching deep against her inner wall.
"You're—You're just too beautiful."
He pushed in deeper, hands pressing into the soft swell of her chest. His fingers sank into her flesh—groping, squeezing, lost in the warmth of her.
"Ah! Liend!"
Kiana cried out, voice breaking as his large, veiny hands worked their way into her bra, kneading her through the thin fabric.
"Don't—Ah!"
Her moans echoed through the room, breathless, pleading.
"Not so hard... Liend...."
Her pussy clenched tighter in response—locking down around the thick, ravaging flesh inside her.
Liend groaned, his thrusts growing harder, faster—driven by the edge of release, yet desperate to hold it back.
His hand slid downward, and the other followed—joining in, until both were cupped around her heaving bust.
"Liend!"
Kiana screamed, her voice sharp with pleasure as Liend leaned in, teeth sinking gently into her neck.
"Ahh!"
Another cry tore from her lips as he pushed deeper, his hands groping her breasts in rhythm with every thrust—fingers pressing harder, more possessive, more lost in the sensation.
"Too tight there…"
Liend grunted, hips driving forward as his palm smacked firmly against the breast pooled inside her bra.
"And too full here."
He groped harder, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh.
"If—"
His breath hitched, voice breaking mid-sentence.
"If I'd known my mom was this full…"
His hand moved, the one already clutching her breast squeezing again with reverence.
The other slid downward—fingers slipping beneath the edge of her bra, tracing the curve underneath.
"If I'd known you were already this wet for me, Mom…"
Liend's hand moved—fingers gliding up from underneath.
Kiana gasped as they slipped beneath the fabric, pressing directly against the soft underside of her breast.
"I wouldn't have proposed to my girlfriend—"
His fingers curled deeper, gripping her breast firmly—nipple still out of reach as his palm spilled the heavy flesh upward.
"I wouldn't have gone out looking for a fuck—"
He groaned, voice breaking with intensity.
"Mom..."
His cock slammed into her harder, rougher—his words and thrusts coming together in a desperate rhythm.
Kiana moaned, voice cracking under the pressure, barely restrained.
Liend gripped her with both hands—one clutching her bra, the other curling from inside, both groping her with desperate, claiming force.