"Haa.. wait.. Dante.." Mira's breaths came in hot ragged gasps as we separated from a deep kiss.
"Hehe.. it's to late to back out now."
"Atleast let me…" her words were had barely left her lips before I pulled her against me, lips crashing into hers in a passionate tangle, the heavy weight of those large, pale tits, still slick with glistening sweat, pressed flush against my chest.
The pressure made them mold sensually against my skin, the soft mounds flattening around the contours of my bare torso.
My cock, already excited at the sight of her, hardened even further, as my hands reached for her ass.
My fingers sank deep into the hot, firm flesh, the soft cheeks giving way beneath my touch as though I were grasping warm spheres of jelly.
It was a heavenly sensation.
I let go, then delivered a light, playful slap that sent a slow, heavy wave rolling lazily across the plump cheek, the ripple traveling outward before fading at the curve of her hips.
