Admiring Helen's boobs as she held up her shirt for him to see them, Miles licked his lips and stretched out his hands to grab them.
"Ahhhh!"
Helen whimpered at his rough touch, feeling him squeeze and twist her titties like lemons, groping them like he wanted to embed the sensation of their soft bounciness into his palms.
"Ahhhhh!"
She let out a shuddering breath, raising her head toward the ceiling as she heaved in ecstasy.
Unrelenting in his ways, Miles squeezed her boobs even more, unable to contain them in his palms as they formed different shapes.
"Hmmmmmm."
Helen hummed, inhaling as he roughly pinched her thick nipples—stretched from childbirth—and rubbed them roughly in his grasp. The pain and bliss traveled down her spine like a chill. Moaning, she kept her hands still, holding her top raised for him to play with her boobs.
"Hehehe."
As he kept groping her tits, Miles suddenly laughed, finding the thought funny, then raised his gaze from her breasts toward her face.
