Her breasts are small and firm. I love small breasts, they fill my hand and mouth nicely. I'm playing with her breasts as I wished since she stopped f...ghting. Marina is breathing hard to catch up enough breath to start another struggle. After 15 minutes of breast playing, Marina's nipples are hard as diamonds and are surrounded with few hickies on the creamy skin. When I look up to her eyes, they are filled with love and lust. When I slide down towards her legs, she uses her recovered strength. Jessica kept this part of her life a secret because she knew her friends wouldn't understand why she still got spanked.At eighteen, Jessica was a gorgeous young woman. She had long lean legs, a round tight ass, flat stomach, perfect size C breasts, shoulder length thick brown hair and a clear face. Every boy lusted after her but she only had eyes for the girls. She had many girlfriends over the last three or so years (having come out to her mom, friends and school years ago) and was the head of. She was wearing a fairly tight button-up blouse that was showing off a sizable swell of cleavage at the top. Also, from my vantage point and because the blouse was a bit too tight for her chest, the opening between two buttons right at her tits was pushed open a little. I could see right through to her lacy bra. Her generous tit flesh was slightly spilling over the edge of the bra cup and was swelling up and down with each breath she took. This view coupled with mom's hand gently grazing up. " Her words stabs at me painfully, making me angry. I want to say and do something reckless knowing that I'll regret later, but Liz comes running and jumps onto me, making us fall onto the soft sand. She kisses me and laughs as she stands up. I turn to stare at Mel and see that she walked away from us, talking on the phone. "What's taking you so loooonnnggg?" Liz whines, keeping her arms around my neck. "Sorry baby," I say. Liz looks at Mel and I see sadness in her eyes for a split second.