Erina removed her upper body clothing, showing her breasts to me.
"My breasts aren't as big as Justine's, but I hope you'll enjoy my special service," Erina said, leaning toward me. "Remember, you're not supposed to move even a single muscle, okay?"
I was about to say it was impossible not to fondle such soft breasts, but I was silenced by the very breasts I loved so much.
Erina was now on top of the bed, her bust right above me, my head right between her mounds.
"I know you like breasts, Rick. You do like it, right? Being buried between them. Does it feel good?"
"Huh, huh!" I couldn't speak because her breasts muffled my voice, but it did feel really good.
With Erina's beautiful, soft breasts brushing against my cheeks while I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her warm skin, I wanted to move my arms and hands and squeeze those wonderful titties of hers, but there was the risk she'd stop the moment she saw me move. So I decided to make only the slightest movement.
