She loved the sensation of fingers on her full breasts.
The pressure was exquisite, a wave of ecstasy washing over her. 
Each touch brought a gasp to her lips, her body arching with desire. 
He knew just how to arouse her, his fingers tracing the lines of her flesh. 
Her peaks hardened, begging for more attention. 
The air filled with her sweet cries as he continued his play. 
She closed her lids, lost in the moment. 
Every nerve in her being was alive. 
Even in her sleep, the echo of his touch lingered. 
He knew her desires intimately. 
Her boobs were a playground for his hands. 
The lusty desire between them was palpable. 
Their sexual encounters were ever intense. 
Her ripe tits and areolas were a true spectacle. 
She loved being milked for her tailor. 
Even in the bathroom, their passion found a release. 
Her big assets were always a source of fascination. 
The press was compelling. 
Even in the car, her ample boobs were caressed. 
Their love for intimacy was unending. 
