Tinder Kitto Kawaii Otoko No Kodakara - Moyashimon

Pausing, with my tongue tickling over the same spot, I allowed my hands to rove upwards along her sides, meeting in the middle over her abdomen, spreading, fanning across her ribcage and re-centring up and over two mounded breasts heaving with breaths;
I squeezed them lightly, trying to push them into smaller mounds, trying to fit them within my stretched hands, but not quite: women’s breasts bobble around like jellyfish, you can’t compress them into a smaller space than they need – they just push out somewhere else, they are beautiful and succulent and enticing. I kissed her equally hard for some moments, and then came up and away, kneeling on the bed between her legs.