Every lick made her weaker—moaning louder, body arching hard against the tile, completely surrendered, wrists straining in my grip but not fighting.
She was losing to it—eyes rolling back, hips bucking subtle like she was already close just from my tongue in her pits.
"Aaahhh… Alex… it's too much…" she whimpered, but her free leg hooked around my waist, pulling me closer.
I switched sides—devouring the other armpit just as rough, biting the tender skin light, making her cry out.
Then I focused on her humongous boobs—sweaty, glistening, that deep cleavage full of salty drops calling me in.
I released her arms, guiding one massive tit to my mouth with my hand—licking slow and thorough, tasting the salty sweat, boobs so slippery they kept popping from my lips. I buried my face in her cleavage next—tongue dragging deep, cleaning every inch, fuck, she was a goddess moaning like that, getting her sweaty body worshipped.
