Adriana whimpered when Phei brew cold air onto her fat pussy; her moan was a broken pleading sound.
Her hips rolled forward again to him chasing his mouth with clear impatience, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders as if she could pull him closer.
She started shaking with her chest rising and falling fast, the heavy swell of her breasts straining against her dress with every desperate breath.
Her nipples were like tight little visible peaks piercing from beneath the fabric, and the way she arched toward him made the neckline dip lower, revealing more of the soft, shadowed valley between her boobs from her deep cleavage.
