Mike abruptly tore his mouth away from hers, leaving Maya gasping for air, her lips swollen and glistening with their shared saliva. Before she could even process the sudden loss of contact, his hands moved with ruthless intent.
He reached down to the lace of her bra, and with one violent, decisive yank, he tore it aside.
The fabric gave way with a sharp snap, and Maya's massive breasts spilled free onto the silk sheets, bouncing slightly from the motion. Her nipples, already peaked from the intensity of their kissing, stood out as dark, rock hard pink buds in the dim light.
"Ah! No! Mike, wait--" Maya cried out, her hands flying up to cover herself in a futile attempt at modesty. "Don't do that! Put it back, please--"
"Put it back?" Mike interrupted with a dark chuckle, his eyes raking over her exposed flesh with hungry appreciation. "Why would I hide this?"
"Don't pretend you don't love the attention, Maya."
