Rex's hands slid up Viscaria's smooth, moving body, looking for the huge, shiny mounds of her breasts. He could feel how heavy they were, how the hard, swinging flesh moved and bounced with every hard thrust of his hips.
He grabbed the bottom of her breasts and pressed his fingers into the soft, gooey skin as he reached her chest. He was surprised to find that the flesh beneath the smooth surface was firmer than he thought.
The soft but dense tissue shaped itself to the shape of his hands. He could feel her hard, straining nipples poking into his palms, begging to be pinched, pulled, and used.
"Fuck, these tits are becoming even more perfect," Rex growled as he kneaded the slick, heaving globes and felt them get even harder in his hands. "Gelion never knew what to do with these beautiful udders, did he?"
"He never appreciated how they bounce and jiggle with every thrust or how amazing they feel in a man's hands."
