She trembled.
"Please," she whispered. Tears were in her eyes. "It is embarrassing. Please..."
"Your tits," he continued. He ignored her plea. He cupped her heavy breast. He lifted it. He let it drop. The flesh slapped against her chest. "So saggy. So full. Made to feed. Made to squeeze around a cock. I want to fuck these tits. I want to slide between them and cum on your face."
His hand moved to her ass.
"And this ass," he said. He gripped both cheeks. He spread them. The panties pulled tight against her crotch. "So thick. So wide. I want to see these cheeks ripple when I slam into you. I want to hear them slap against my hips. I want to bury my face in this fat and eat your cunt until you scream."
She was crying.
The tears were silent. They ran down her cheeks. She was holding her torn bra. She was holding her panties. She was trying to keep them on. Her hands were trembling.
"Please," she sobbed. "It is embarrassing. I am a mother. I am not... I am not..."
He chuckled.
