"That's better," the guide said. Lydia silently agreed, feeling the heavy weight of her full tits flow down her body. "Jesus!" Tom said, peering through the darkness at the panting blonde's hanging boobs. He pushed his fingers deep into their soft, silky flesh. "Beautiful tits, nipples as hard as my cock," he said, catching the ends between his thumb and right forefinger and starting to squeeze.

"Ohhhh," Lydia moaned, throwing her head further back and arching her body against Tom's grinding thighs. Her titties lifted up high, settling into his hands, begging to be rubbed and felt. Never before had she so lewdly given herself to anyone.

All she could think of now was the pulsing itch throbbing through her cunny, intensified by Tom's manipulations of her boobs. Even his increasingly crude language excited her. As Tom increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them almost cruelly, Lydia swayed drunkenly back and forth. She could feel the hard pulsating ends being crushed like nuts until the soft flow of pain started to vibrate through her flesh. Lydia sank lower onto his body as she felt his hands caressing her naked back. Her cheek came to rest on the hairy, hard muscles of his belly.

"Let's get to the bed," Tom said, pulling her toward the large canopied bed behind them. He let her go, reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head, fully revealing his broad, masculine chest. A thick coat of animal-like fur covered his rippling chest, tapering down to a thin line of hair that covered his sunken navel and continued past the beltline of his knickers to his crotch.