I reach a hand beneath and behind to unclasp your big booty bra.
(Yes big booty, I can do that with one hand.
) You let out a gasp as you feel the release of support, as the bra falls lifeless and your magnificent tits jiggle ever so slightly.
I pull the offending piece of clothing away.
I lean across your body, to the table next to the bed big booty.
You feel my weight press down on you and I grab a big booty glass of ice-water.
I take a big booty sip.
I dip my finger in the goblet, and drip drops along your cheek, neck, breast.
I suck an ice cube into my big booty mouth and bring my head down to your rock-hard nipples.
I suckle gently, the wonderful sensations of warmth and cold flowing through your big booty nerves.
I move back and forth, from nipple to nipple, occasionally running my broad tongue up along side your neck, and dart in your ear.
I crunch the remains of the ice cube between my molars, and big booty press my mouth against your nipple.
You feel the ice cold on your sensitive skin, warming rapidly around you.
A small puddle is forming at your sternum, as the excess water comes to rest, running down your perky mounds.
I slide the tip of my middle finger inside the waistband of your thong, my hand palm down, pressing into your stomach.
I kiss your lips; I push the fingers down along your body, until it finds the hot folds of skin big booty between your long legs.
I begin to explore, unfolding, trying to brush every inch of skin, exposing all the hidden surfaces to my touch big booty.
My fingertip finds the opening of your hole, dripping wet.
I slide a finger inside you, hold it for a moment, pull it out, then bring it to my lips.
