You add, “Not to mention your boobs...” You can't help but grope firmly at the soft orbs; your fingers able to feel her nipples through the shirt she's wearing. There's no way she has a bra on. “They must have been as big as watermelons... Maybe bigger.”
The only answer you receive is a surprised meep and an intense shiver from Lindy. You look up again and gaze in to those nervous eyes. Her hot breath wash over your face as she pants and heaves under your touch. You can see her lips quiver with arousal, and her body is tense.
Her slimy jaws hang open at the attention you're giving her body. A moan escapes her glistening, wide open gullet. That long tongue dangles from her lower jaws as you fondle over her curves, while her arms drape around your hips.
