Her voice was thicker now, husky with pleasure. She let the silence hang for a beat, then added softly, "Go lower, Alex."
My heart slammed against my ribs. I poured more lotion into my palms, warming it between my hands before placing them on the full, round swell of her ass.
God, that ass. Firm yet soft, the cheeks perfect handfuls, skin silky under the slick lotion. I kneaded deep, thumbs pressing into the muscle, spreading her slightly with each stroke. She let out a low, approving hum, hips shifting just a fraction—inviting more.
I worked down to her thighs—thick, powerful, the kind of thighs that could crush a man and make him thank her for it. My fingers sank into the plush flesh, squeezing, gliding, feeling the firmness underneath the softness. Every press drew another soft sound from her.
"Aahh… yes, right there…" she breathed as my hands slid to her inner thighs, thumbs brushing dangerously close to her slick heat.
