This time, Kim clamped her arm down even tighter, locking her bicep against her ribs with serious effort. The sudden change in grip made the friction incredibly tight, almost too tight. The wet friction of my skin against her freshly washed underarm made a soft, obscene sliding sound that echoed in the quiet living room. Every time I managed a deep, awkward thrust, the blunt head of my cock kept rhythmically crushing against the top of her bare breast, flattening the soft, plush flesh.
"God, you're so thick…" she gasped, her eyes tracking the frantic movement of my hips. "It's actually kind of hot feeling you pulse right there against my chest. But wait, you're sliding out again, !"
"No, I've got it," I grunted, completely consumed by the strange, intense heat of her skin.
