Mireya did her best to stifle her moans, turning her face to the side as far as her neck would allow, her eyes squeezed shut.
Even so, sweet, high-pitched sounds escaped from the depths of her throat. Adorable and sensual, punctuated by gasping curses.
What embarrassed her the most, honestly, was the sound.
Wet, obscene slaps echoed through the room with every thrust of his hips against her breasts. Each impact sent the soft flesh rippling in heavy waves, the plump mounds compressing flat against his hips before bouncing back, cool purple skin trembling as the weight of each breast swayed against the other.
His hot skin slid through the pillowy softness of her huge tits, the sheer mass of them molding around him with every stroke.
Second, of course, was the small pool of love juices forming between her legs.
With every thrust between her breasts, her irritation grew. Her face flushed deeper and deeper as she looked at Ethan with a mix of emotions.
Above all, indignation.
