Without breaking eye contact, he began to strip her with ruthless efficiency. His hands, still rough from gripping her ass, moved to the hem of her clothing, tugging and peeling layers away as if discarding obstacles in his path.
Petricia offered no resistance, her movements clumsy and desperate as she helped him rid her of her clothes. When her bra finally came off, exposing her massive, heavy breasts,
Mike didn't hesitate to cup them, his thumbs raking over her hardened nipples, asserting his ownership of her curves. Soon, she stood before him entirely bare, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the dim light of the room, her voluptuous figure trembling with anticipation.
"These tits are looking hungry for some good touch~!"
Now it was his turn. Mike shed his own clothes with a swaggering nonchalance, revealing his rugged, tanned physique.
