Elena clutched her own breasts tightly, mashing those gigantic mountains of dark skin together.
Her biceps and forearms sank into that ample, soft flesh as she squeezed with all her might around Ethan's cock, the dark skin swelling out between her fingers.
She could feel every hot, hard throb of him crushed between her tits.
Each pump of her arms sent a slow, heavy roll through the tops of her breasts, the dark curves bulging over her forearms and rippling with every stroke.
The room was still bathed in the dim light of morning, the cool dawn air sending shivers across her bare skin.
From the bathroom came the muffled hiss of the shower. There in bed, the only sounds were Ethan's heavy breathing and the wet, sticky slide of her breasts up and down his slick cock.
She felt it the very moment he reached his limit.
His cock swelled between her breasts, throbbing hard against her dark skin, each pulse stronger than the last.
