Boobs!

Carol's eyes? You wouldn't know. They never leave her chest. The second she lifts her top, everything else disappears. Those heavy tits are right there, and the view is pure distraction. She slides her hands underneath them, lifts, and lets them fall. Her nipples tighten the moment the air hits them. Fingers sink into soft flesh, squeezing slowly while her legs part. She circles her nipples with her thumbs, teases them stiff, then pinches hard enough to make her breath catch. Her back arches, blonde hair spills over the pillows, and her free hand drifts between her thighs. One slow stroke, then two. She spreads wider, presses in, and starts to rub in time with the way she's working her breasts. Every tug on her nipple makes her pussy clench around her fingers. She gasps, rocks her hips, and keeps going until the pleasure climbs and her hand moves faster, slick and relentless.