It keeps getting worse

Tyler's hands grew bolder, slipping beneath the hem of Ari's crop top to caress the soft, bare skin underneath. He palmed her breasts fully, thumbs and fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh as he massaged them roughly. Ari keened, head thrown back in ecstasy, too far gone to care about propriety or the risk of getting caught.

“Yes, just like that” Tyler groaned, pinching and tugging at her sensitive nipples. “Love these perfect tits”