Fast — the agile, low movement of a man who has made a decision and is executing it before the decision can be discussed, his body dropping from the seat to the floor in one smooth descent, his hands finding her before she could fully process the trajectory of his approach.
He twisted her.
Her boobs jiggled hard from the rotation — the full enormous weight of them swinging sideways as her body turned, the cum on them flicking in small arcs from the motion.
"WHAT THE HELL—"
She hit the floor.
Face down. Her boobs compressing against the wood and spreading outward on either side of her chest like two enormous pale cushions, the nipples pressing flat against the floor, her face turned sideways with her blonde hair covering half of it.
"What are you—"
His hands found her hips.
Lifted.
