Tres Flores - Part 1

She let out a hungry little moan when I pulled her top down and grabbed those heavy tits in both hands. They were warm, soft, overflowing my palms - exactly the kind I can lose sleep over. Fingers sink deep into that supple flesh, lifting each gorgeous globe and watching how they spill over before dropping them to make them bounce and jiggle back into perfect place. My thumbs drag across the taut nipples, rolling slow and deliberate until her head tips back and that throaty sigh slips out again. Every squeeze sends them pressing outward and together at once, making the cleavage tight and lush while the other hand slips beneath the first tit's weight, hefting it like a big, perfect prize and giving it a couple deep, appreciative caresses that make the tips harden right up against my fingers.