In the kitchen, the air was warm with the scent of coffee and something far sweeter—Aisha. She pressed close, and I took my time savoring her massive breasts, this time from the side. From that angle, they looked impossibly huge, heavy, and perfect, each movement making them sway in a way that kept me mesmerized.<br><br>Aisha giggled softly, her voice dripping with that familiar mix of submission and temptation. “You’re my master… so you can do anything you want,” she whispered. I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands roamed over her, kneading and caressing, feeling the soft, warm weight of her tits. They were silky to the touch, yet sticky from our earlier play, making every squeeze deliciously sinful.<br><br>Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees. Her massive breasts spread across my thighs as she leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. Slowly, her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, and she began a deep, wet blowjob while pressing her cleavage against me. The sensation

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