She loosened the grip of her fist and shifted and changed it. She pulled him in close, pressing him between her breasts in an extremely weird mismatched hug, sing her hands instead of her arms to hold him close to her body. Ben could hardly breath as he was squashed between the two fleshy mountains. They were a lot more firm than they looked but still had a little give as he rubbed his hands over them. He was panicking, waving his arms around, trying to get Gwen’s attention. He did just that, but not in the way he wanted. The rubbing and pressure at the base of her young tits, and her body already aroused after her interrupted masturbation, new waves of pleasure began to build up inside her and her pussy jumped out of it’s pause mode and her desire to finger herself returned with new vigour.
Allowing her hand to find its way down to her moistening cunt, she closed her eyes and envisioned Ben laying on top of her, shirtless. His cool, strong hands sliding over her back, squeezing her ass tightly. As she slid two fingers into her tight snatch she imagined it was Ben pressing himself gently inside her. She was so hot and wet, the juice ran over her fingers.