I grabbed her clothes and ripped them open without hesitation, the buttons snapping off and scattering across the room. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as her massive breasts, still confined within her bra, bounced free from their restraints, defying gravity with their sheer weight and softness.
Even with the bra still in place, their sheer size was overwhelming. How the hell was this thing even holding them? I-cup? No… this had to be a J-cup, at least. They were colossal.
I had already felt them earlier, squeezing their plush flesh through her clothes. But now, with only that flimsy piece of fabric separating them from my touch, their true size became undeniable.
And they looked so fucking juicy.
