Slipping bra after bra over her chest, Isaac Andrea preens while he palms her tits and groans

In a bare room with a plain wall, Isaac Andrea tries on bra after bra, tugging each one into place and turning so he can see how it sits. He stays seated, watching her, then reaches out to cup the fabric over her chest. The white one fits snug against her skin, her hair tied back, and his hand stays right there as she reaches for the next. She keeps going, trading one for another, and his palm follows every swap.