Cumming Inside Connie

Connie’s got a killer rack—huge tits that even she can’t slap a label on. She once stepped on the bathroom scale just out of curiosity and those puppies clocked in at a whopping ten pounds. Ten pounds of pure distraction. I couldn’t stop thinking about sliding between them, so I did. We started off on the couch, her squeezing those soft, heavy breasts around me while I thrust nice and slow. She’d lean in and lick the tip each time it poked out the top, and that mouth—wet, warm, wicked—quickly took over. We barely made it to the bedroom before I was balls-deep in the rest of her, the same tight heat gripping every inch while her chest bounced with each thrust. When the pressure finally hit, I drove in one last time and unloaded straight into that sweet, slick cunt, leaving every drop right where it belonged.