Foster’s hands momentarily left my breasts as he looked on with lust.
Max’s hands found the clasp of my bra as I started to sit back up in his lap. His agile fingers made short work of the disconnection process.
My heavy breasts gratefully sprung back to their natural position as the elastic released them from their tightly constricted confines.
Max began sliding the straps down my arms, halting midway down my bicep so that Foster could take over.
Foster grasped my straps from the other side and finished pulling them down, exposing my naked breasts to his hungry gaze. Foster immediately leaned forward to take my hard n****e between his lips and we groaned, simultaneously, as soon as his mouth settled over my flesh.
Max’s hands settled on my inner thighs and traced the outline of my gr
