His hand left her wrists.
Both hands moving to her chest.
Finding both breasts.
His mouth came down.
He bit both nipples simultaneously.
Not together — his mouth on the left, his fingers on the right, both applying pressure at the same moment, the bite and the pinch arriving at the same instant.
"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! 'BASTARD'~!! OUNGH~!!"
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
Her breasts bounced.
Both of them, released from his hands for one stroke, jiggling with the impact of his hips against her body, the full warm weight of them moving with the rhythm, the nipples pointing upward and dark red between the wet marks of his mouth.
Her hands had come back down from above her head.
One gripping his shoulder.
One in his hair.
Both holding.
Not pushing.
Not anymore.
The foam.
It appeared at the base of his cock first.
