The Affair Continues 3

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The aerobics instructor sat topless beside her boyfriend on the couch, the TV flickering unnoticed in the background. Her large, bare breasts hung heavy and full, sweat-glistened under the shifting light. His hands worshipped them openly—cupping their substantial weight, squeezing the soft, plush flesh so it spilled between his fingers, thumbs rolling and pinching her thick, dark nipples. The boyfriend paused, looked at the aerobics instructor eyes and pulled off his shirt. He then moved in and embraced her and they resumed deep kissing, topless and bare chested, still sitting embraced on the couch.
The deep, wet makeout never slowed. Their mouths moved hungrily together, lips sliding and sucking, tongues stroking in long, messy caresses as she moaned softly into him.
Every firm grope and tug on her sensitive tits sent a direct, throbbing pulse straight to her pussy.
Oh god… Her mind reeled with guilt. He’s playing with my tits and it’s making me so wet…
She could feel herself getting soaked. Her pussy’s inner walls clenched rhythmically with every squeeze of his hands, her clit swelling and aching against the damp crotch of her high-waisted leggings. Each time he lifted and kneaded her heavy breasts, a fresh rush of slick heat flooded between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed visibly, the thin fabric growing noticeably darker as arousal seeped through.
“Not tonight…” she whispered breathlessly against his lips, voice trembling in between the kisses. But her body betrayed her completely. She arched harder into his fondling hands, pressing her glistening tits more eagerly against his hands while her hips gave a small, involuntary roll. The deep kissing continued—tongues sliding wetly, breaths mingling hotly—as he kept mauling her bare breasts, squeezing, bouncing them lightly, and teasing her nipples until they were rock-hard and aching.
The direct line from her tits to her pussy only grew stronger. Her soaked slit pulsed with need, clit begging for friction as fresh waves of guilty pleasure coursed through her. She whimpered into the kiss, thighs pressing together tightly, but made no move to stop his hands.

For tonight, she stayed right there—whispering weak protests between deep, devouring kisses, bare tits surrendered to his hungry hands, her pussy dripping and aching from the intense stimulation.

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