| Into her eyes. "That's good," I said. "It gets better," she told me. She poured some on her chest, focusing on her cleavage. Grasping my hand, she pressed it against her chest. "Spread it around for yourself." I spread the slippery fluid up and down between her breasts, then over the front of her mounds. Her skin was incredibly smooth, and the lubricant felt wonderful on her flesh. Her breasts felt supple and firm as my hand slid over them easily. I had wondered if they were real, or surgically enhanced. They felt soft and supple, but still so huge and impressive, against her thin frame. "Mmm, nice," she said, ... |