He laughed, unsteady, bemused. “You must be joking.” He walked her, still wrapped around him, to the sofa, laid her down on the brown leather couch, and came down over her. With a hand on the side of her face, he kissed her again, loving the way she looked underneath him.
I came to the conclusion that I just love big breasts and I do want them. I want to play with them and watch my husband play with them. I want to see his ropes strapping them up, weaving around them with pretty chained clamps decorating them.