Shamal's breasts made a squish squish noise. That was because at that very moment, Shamal's breasts were covered, every last inch of bare skin from her neck to her lower ribs and out to both sides around the edge of the wide-fronted dress, in a thick layer of semen. They squished because, at that momnet, Shamal had her hands up by her head and was using her elbows to press her impressive tits together, forming a deep, sumptuous clevage between, a dark warm crevice that seemed so inviting. The squishing, slurping sound was the sound cause by the long,rigid penis sliding back and forth between Shamal's motherly breasts, lubricated perfectly by several dozen loads of seed.
The man plunged forward until the tip of his cock bumped against Shamal's soft,pouting red lips and hissed every time her tongue lashed out over that sensitive dick-end. Every hiss made her smirk, and every thrust of his hips made her breasts quiver. She was grinning as her milked himself between her tits, enjoying the feeling of cock after cock being sandwiched between her perfect melons and blowing their loads in turn all across her cleavage and between those fabulously full, soft tits. Her fat, pink nipples were also drenched, and beaded with thick droplets of white at their tips. They bounced and jiggled as the man continued his pumping strokes between her luscious breasts.
now I'm fucking hard