His hips rolling, grinding, the slow, rhythmic, shallow thrust of a man fucking a pair of tits. His cock slid between her pressed-together breasts — the warm, soft, dense, heavy flesh creating a tight, warm, enveloping channel that was different from a cunt, different from an ass, different from a mouth.
The friction was warm.
Soft.
The particular, enveloping, pillowy sensation of fucking a pair of massive bull-kin tits — the flesh yielding, compressing, surrounding his shaft with the warm, dense, heavy softness that only a bull-kin woman's body could provide.
She looked up at him.
From below. The angle — his body above hers, his face in the moonlight, his chest bare, his hips moving — was devastating. He was beautiful. The pale skin, the lean muscle, the violet eyes looking down at her with the calm, appraising, hungry gaze of a man who was using her body and enjoying it.
'He is so handsome,' she thought.
