Erica sits up straighter on Haruto's hips—thighs spread wide around him, pussy lips still parted and dripping a steady mix of oil and her cream onto his lower abs. She reaches for the thick sex oil bottle again—flips the cap with a soft click—and pours a generous stream directly between her heavy tits. The golden liquid hits warm skin and spreads instantly—coating her dark nipples in thick, shiny beads before cascading in slow, warm trails down the inner curves of her breasts, pooling in her cleavage, then dripping lower toward her belly.
She sets the bottle aside and cups her own tits with both hands—squeezing them together firmly, pushing the soft mounds up and forward until they form a perfect, oiled valley. The oil makes everything glide obscenely—her skin shines like polished glass, nipples throbbing dark and stiff at the peaks.
