Jonesing For Her Jiggling

Mika Easton walks through the front door after finals. Bianca hears the keys, comes down fast, her tits bouncing in that thin top. Mika can't stop staring. When she hugs him the softness presses hard against his chest and blood rushes south. His mind spins. He tells her to haul his bags upstairs. From below he watches every cheek flex and quake under the fabric. Another trip. Another request. Bianca notices the pattern quick, turns at the landing, catches his stare. Her eyes narrow. Then a slow, knowing smile spreads across her face. She pulls him closer, presses his palm over one heavy breast, lets him squeeze. Heat floods his shorts. Moments later they're on the couch, her top peeled open and his cock tucked between warm, soft flesh. She pushes the swells together, slides them up and down with steady pressure. Each stroke drags a wet trail across his skin. His breath stutters. Bianca keeps her gaze locked on his until he groans, spills hot and thick between her cleavage. Welcome home.