He gropes at her humongous tits

Corrine took my hand and planted it firmly on her chest. I met her eyes, and squeezed.

Heaven. I had never in my life desired anything so much as I desired Corrine’s body. Her golden hair, her glowing skin, her slender waist, her long, shapely legs, her smooth, sexy ass… And, above all else, her unreasonably huge, natural tits.

I squeezed and squeezed through her bra, kissing the warm, exposed cleavage above. She lifted her head up off the grass to watch me work—getting even more aroused by the sight of how happy she was making me.

“Been waiting a long time for that,” she cooed, “haven’t you?”

In response, I darted a finger underneath the cup of her bra and lightly flicked it across a plump, juicy nipple.

Slowly, her hands drifted down to my belt, which she quietly unbuckled. My zipper came next, and then I felt the rain sting my legs as she pulled my jeans down past my knees. I froze, unable to take my eyes off her hand as it searched for the fly on my boxers—then reached inside, stealing my breath as she grasped my hot iron hardness and began stroking.

My dizzy head dropped to the soft cushion of her bosom, panting and groaning from her touch until I was longer, harder, and thicker than I’d ever been in my life. The confinement of my boxers became too much to bare, so I yanked them down and let my cock spring free into the night air for Corrine to fondle.

She lifted and spread her knees beneath me, the motion hiking her dress up above her hips and revealing the adorable white panties she had on: lace fabric cut into the shape of butterfly wings.

The rest of my body froze in place as I dropped my hips down and pushed my naked cock against her, feeling the scalding heat of her cunt burning through the diaphanous layer of wet lace.

“Mmm…” Corrine moaned.

I slowly screwed my hips, dragging the firmness of my penis across her panties. The stimulation drove Corrine crazy, and I watched with satisfaction as she arched her back in pleasure, unconsciously swatting at the ground with her hands in building ecstasy.

A deep, guttural groan escaped her lips, and then Corrine’s eyes were suddenly locked onto me with laser focus. She clamped her thighs around me, holding my cock in place against her body as she rolled us over, until it was my back splashing against the grass and her body being pummeled by the rain.

She leaned back, her hips undulating uncontrollably against mine. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered in pleasure, and one of her hands immediately went to the mound of her own breast, squeezing it through the fabric of her bra.

With her other hand, Corrine reached down in the space between us and grabbed hold of my cock again, grazing the tip back and forth across her butterfly panties. Through the brevity of the lace, I could feel not only her heat, but the exact shape of her enflamed pussy lips rubbing against me.

Somehow, I was still cogent enough to search out the zipper on the side of her dress. As I slid it down, her dress crumpled to a halo at her waist–and I was rewarded with the view of the heavy-duty strapless bra struggling to support her huge, heaving tits.

Raindrops showered down upon acres of exposed cleavage, glittering as they refracted the headlights from her car.