I slapped it against her soaked tits—heavy, wet smacks that made them bounce and ripple under the thin top. She moaned, sensitive, arching into every hit.
"Aahh… Alex…"
"Open your mouth," I ordered, voice rough. "Tongue out. Like a good little slut."
She obeyed instantly—eyes locked on mine, lips parting wide, that pretty pink tongue sliding out, flat and waiting.
I laid my cock on it—heavy, hot—letting her taste the mix of rain and her own arousal. Then I started grinding slow, sliding along her tongue, pushing just inside her mouth before pulling back, giving her the full flavor of me.
She moaned around it, eyes fluttering, saliva building quick.
"Fuck me with those jugs," I growled.
She didn't hesitate. Hands cupping her own massive tits from below, she trapped my cock between them—still through the soaked crop top, the wet fabric adding slick friction.
She started moving—up and down, squeezing tight, grinding her tits along my length.
