Salvador Vereen

pressed to her mouth. Facing the mirror, I reach my hand around Giada's body burrowing it into the top of her dress. I tug the stretchy material down over her breasts, exposing the mounds, held high and tight in a lacy bra. I reach into one of the cups and pop her breast free, where it jiggled a little. Her dusky pink nipple hardens in the cool air of the lavatory. " Oh yes," I growled, pinching her nipple. She squeals behind my hand squirming to get loose, but that made her breasts bounce harder, jiggling wildly. " Now the other," I said