Not Tonight Part 2

[Ma****]

This is too far, she thought, mind spinning. I’m married… my tits aren’t for him.
As his hands grew bolder—squeezing the sides of her tits so they bulged between his fingers, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger—she broke the kiss just enough to whisper breathlessly against his lips:
“Not tonight…”
The words were soft, conflicted, almost pleading. But even as she said them, her back arched, pressing her glistening tits more firmly into his hands. Her body betrayed her completely. More barriers were crumbling inside her—guilt mixing with overwhelming arousal as he continued fondling her bare breasts with increasing hunger.
“God, they feel so good,” he whispered back, ignoring her weak protest and squeezing the heavy flesh again. “I can’t stop touching them.”
She whimpered, another soft “Not tonight…” escaping her lips between messy, open-mouthed kisses, but her thighs pressed together tightly and she made no move to cover herself or pull away. His hands rubbed broad circles over her sweat-slick skin, lifting and dropping the weight of her tits, pinching and tugging her sensitive nipples while their tongues continued kissing and sliding wetly together.