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Titty Fuck Temptation

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I had always been a bit self-conscious about my breasts. At 39, I wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore, and my once perky assets had started to show the effects of gravity. But my boyfriend, Jake, had a way of making me feel like the sexiest woman alive, and he had a particular appreciation for my chest.

“Hey, Mary Ellen,” Jake called out as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I could hear the excitement in his voice, a tone that usually meant he had something naughty on his mind. “Yeah, babe?” I replied, smiling as I pictured him lounging on our bed, his muscular body glistening with anticipation. Jake was a fitness enthusiast, and his dedication to the gym had paid off, making him a sight to behold.

“I was just thinking…” He trailed off, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know how I love your tits, right?”

I laughed, feeling a familiar warmth between my legs. “Yeah, I think I’ve noticed your appreciation, Mr. Handsy.” Jake had a habit of cupping and caressing my breasts whenever we were alone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Well, I was wondering…” He paused, biting his lower lip, a sure sign he was about to propose something deliciously dirty. “Would you be up for giving me a titty fuck?”

My heart skipped a beat. I had never done anything like that before, but the thought of pleasing Jake and feeling his hard cock between my breasts was enough to make me blush. “A titty fuck? You mean, like… using my tits to pleasure you?”

“Exactly!” Jake’s face lit up, his excitement palpable. “I’ve always wanted to feel your soft, warm tits wrapped around my dick. I bet it’ll be fucking amazing.”

I couldn’t deny the appeal of his request. Jake’s enthusiasm was infectious, and the idea of using my body to bring him pleasure was incredibly arousing. I took a deep breath, my towel falling slightly, revealing a hint of my pale skin. “Okay, Jake. I’ll do it. But only if you promise to be gentle with my girls.”

“Oh, I’ll be gentle, baby,” he assured me, his voice thick with desire. “But first, let me get a good look at them.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. I let the towel drop to the floor, exposing my naked body to Jake’s hungry gaze. My breasts were full and round, with large, pink nipples that stood erect in anticipation. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently, my fingers brushing against my sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Mary Ellen,” Jake whispered, his eyes fixed on my chest. “Your tits are fucking perfect. I can’t wait to feel them squeezing my cock.”

I took a step closer to the bed, my heart racing. “Show me what you want me to do, Jake. Guide me.”

He patted the bed beside him, his hand reaching out to stroke my thigh. “Come here, beautiful. Straddle my face, let me taste your sweet pussy while you prepare those gorgeous tits for my cock.”

I did as he asked, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself above his face. Jake’s hands immediately went to my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks as his tongue sought out my clit. I moaned, the sensation of his rough hands and soft tongue driving me wild.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured between licks. “Ride my face, let me hear you moan.”

I ground my hips against his mouth, my wetness coating his lips and chin. His tongue flicked and teased, driving me closer to the edge. I reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair, and urged him on. “Yes, Jake, right there. Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”

As I neared my climax, Jake’s hands traveled up my body, his fingers brushing against my nipples, causing me to shudder. “Now, Mary Ellen,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Let’s give my cock the titty fuck it’s been dreaming of.”

I shifted my position, straddling his waist, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Jake’s cock stood tall and proud, already glistening with pre-cum. I leaned forward, my breasts swaying, and took the head of his cock between my lips, sucking gently.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me. “Suck it, baby, get it nice and wet for your tits.”

I bobbed my head, taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft. Jake’s hands tightened on my hips, urging me to take more of him. I looked up at him, my blue eyes meeting his, as I deep-throated his length, my throat constricting around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he panted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Now, let’s get those tits in action.”

I pulled back, my lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. I positioned myself above his cock, my breasts hanging over his shaft. I looked down, watching as the head of his cock disappeared between my cleavage.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Jake moaned, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock sliding between my tits. “Squeeze them together, baby, make a tight little tunnel for my dick.”

I did as he asked, my hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them together, trapping his cock between them. I began to slide up and down, my tits providing a warm, slick passage for his throbbing member.

“That’s it, fuck those tits, Mary Ellen,” he urged, his hands gripping my hips, helping me set the pace. “Feel how hard your tits make me? How much I love your soft, warm flesh on my cock?”

I moaned, the sensation of his cock sliding between my breasts sending waves of pleasure through my body. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing against his chest, my hair falling around us like a curtain of red silk.

“You like that, baby?” Jake asked, his voice rough with desire. “You like feeling my cock between your tits?”

“Yes, Jake,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. “I love it. I love feeling your hard cock against my soft flesh.”

“That’s it, fuck those tits harder, baby,” he encouraged, his hands squeezing my ass, pulling me down onto his cock. “Squeeze them tight, make me cum all over your beautiful tits.”

I increased my pace, my tits sliding up and down his shaft, my nipples rubbing against his skin. Jake’s breathing became ragged, his body tensing beneath me.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Cum all over your tits, Mary Ellen. Paint your beautiful skin with my cum.”

His words sent me over the edge. I squeezed my tits together, trapping his cock, and felt his warm, sticky release coating my skin. His cum shot in thick ropes, painting my breasts and neck, creating a pearl necklace of his desire.

“Yes, Jake,” I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Cum for me, baby. Give me your cum.”

As his climax subsided, I leaned down, my lips seeking his, and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his release. I could feel his cum, still warm, on my skin, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.

“That was fucking incredible,” Jake panted, his hands stroking my back. “Your tits are fucking amazing, Mary Ellen. I could do this all day.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jake. I have to admit, I loved feeling your cock between my tits.”

“And I loved watching you,” he said, his eyes roaming over my cum-covered body. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mary Ellen. I can’t wait to explore more of your naughty side.”

I blushed, feeling a new sense of freedom and excitement. Jake’s appreciation for my body and his willingness to explore our desires had unlocked something within me, a newfound confidence and a hunger for more.

“I can’t wait to see what else we can get up to,” I said, my voice laced with anticipation. “But for now, I think I need a shower to wash off all this delicious cum.”

Jake laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll join you, baby. We can wash each other off and start planning our next adventure.”

As we made our way to the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future held. Jake’s love for my body and his insatiable appetite for pleasure had opened up a whole new world of erotic possibilities, and I couldn’t wait to explore them all.

A Night of Passion with Nick

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I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened the front door that afternoon. There, on the doorstep, was a vibrant bouquet of flowers, the likes of which I’d never seen before. A mix of delicate roses, fragrant lilies, and exotic orchids, all tied together with a simple yet elegant ribbon. I was taken aback, as I hadn’t been expecting any gifts or surprises. Intrigued, I picked up the accompanying card, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

“For the beautiful Kate. A small token of my appreciation. Join me for dinner tonight. Details to follow. – N.”

I smiled, a warm feeling spreading through my body. The flowers were stunning, but the mystery of the sender intrigued me even more. I had no idea who ‘N’ could be. I racked my brain, trying to recall anyone I knew with an initial ‘N’ who might have such refined taste. The only person who came to mind was my mother’s lawyer, Nick. I’d met him a few weeks ago when I’d dropped off some paperwork for her. He was a charming man, a bit older than me, but with a youthful spirit and a playful smile. I remembered thinking he was attractive, but I’d dismissed the thought, assuming it was just a fleeting attraction.

As I admired the flowers, my phone buzzed with an incoming email. The subject line read, “Dinner Invitation – Details.” I opened it eagerly, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Dear Kate,

I hope the flowers find you well and brighten your day. I wanted to extend a personal invitation to join me for dinner tonight at La Vue Restaurant. It’s a lovely French bistro with a breathtaking view of the city. I’d be delighted if you could make it.

Sincerely, Nick”

I was stunned. It was indeed Nick, my mother’s lawyer. But why was he inviting me to dinner? I recalled our brief encounter, and how we’d shared a few laughs as I handed over the legal documents. I must have left a more lasting impression than I’d thought. Perhaps my mother had put him up to this, hoping to play matchmaker. Regardless, I was excited at the prospect of seeing him again.

I quickly replied, accepting the invitation, and spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready. I chose a simple yet elegant black dress that hugged my curves, accentuating my small breasts and lean frame. I added a touch of makeup, enhancing my green eyes and keeping my blonde hair loose and natural. I wanted to look my best, but also feel comfortable and confident.

La Vue lived up to its name, offering a stunning view of the city skyline. As I entered, the warm ambiance and soft lighting immediately put me at ease. I approached the host and informed them I was meeting someone, not knowing what to expect. The host smiled and led me to a private table by the window, where a man was already seated.

“Kate, it’s wonderful to see you again,” Nick said, rising from his chair and offering a warm smile. He looked even more handsome than I remembered, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.

“Nick, what a surprise,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my stomach as I took in his appearance. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“I hope it’s a pleasant surprise,” he said, pulling out my chair and helping me get settled. “I wanted to do something special, and this place seemed perfect for our first real date.”

I blushed at his words, realizing this was indeed a date. I had assumed it was a friendly dinner, but his intentions were now clear. I found myself drawn to his charm and the way he made me feel so desirable.

We ordered a bottle of wine and indulged in a delicious meal, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Nick was a captivating conversationalist, and I found myself laughing and flirting more than I had in years. As the evening progressed, the chemistry between us intensified, and I could feel the tension building.

“Kate, I have a confession to make,” Nick said, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on mine. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since our first meeting. There was something about your smile, your playful spirit, that captivated me. I had to see you again.”

I felt my cheeks flush with pleasure at his words. “I’m glad you did. I’ve been thinking about you too, Nick. There’s something about you that’s… intriguing.”

He smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page. I have a feeling this night is going to be unforgettable.”

As we finished our meal, Nick suggested we retire to his place, just a short walk away. I readily agreed, eager to see where this evening would lead. His apartment was tastefully decorated, with a cozy living room and a well-stocked bar.

“Can I get you a drink, Kate?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

“Yes, please. Something strong,” I replied, my heart racing as I anticipated what was to come.

Nick mixed us each a cocktail, and as he handed me mine, he leaned in close, his breath warm on my neck. “I’ve been dying to do this all night,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

Before I could respond, he spun me around, pressing me against the bar, his body flush against mine. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. I gasped, my body responding instantly to his touch.

“Oh, Kate, your breasts are perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve been dreaming of them, wanting to feel them, taste them.”

I arched into his touch, my nipples hardening under his skilled fingers. “Nick, please… I need more,” I pleaded, my voice breathy and desperate.

He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, I plan to give you more, my dear. Much more.”

With that, he lifted me onto the bar, my legs wrapping around his waist as he stood between my thighs. He pulled my dress down, exposing my breasts, and leaned down to take a nipple into his warm mouth. I moaned, my head falling back as he suckled and teased, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet, Kate,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “I could suck on these all night.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he lavished attention on my breasts, alternating between sucking and gently biting my sensitive nipples. I was on fire, my body aching for more.

“Nick, please, I need you,” I begged, my hips thrusting against his.

He chuckled again, the sound sending a thrill through me. “Patience, my dear. I have a special treat in mind for these beautiful breasts of yours.”

With that, he straightened, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as he freed his thick, erect cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He was impressive, long and thick, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

“Now, Kate, I want you to lean back and enjoy the show,” he said, his voice commanding yet laced with desire.

I did as he asked, leaning back on the bar, my breasts on full display. Nick stepped forward, his cock in his hand, and began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving mine. I licked my lips, my pussy throbbing as I watched him pleasure himself.

“That’s it, Kate, watch me. Imagine my cock sliding between your gorgeous breasts, fucking them as I thrust into your wet pussy.”

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned, my nipples hardening further. “Yes, Nick, fuck my tits. Use them however you want.”

He smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “Oh, I plan to, Kate. I plan to fuck those beautiful tits of yours until we both cum.”

With that, he stepped closer, positioning his cock between my breasts. I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he began to thrust, his cock sliding between my soft mounds, the head brushing against my nipples with each stroke.

“That’s it, Kate, squeeze your tits around my cock. Fuck, that feels incredible,” he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.

I obeyed, squeezing my breasts together, my nipples rubbing against his shaft as he fucked my tits. I was in heaven, my body on fire, as I watched his cock disappear between my breasts with each thrust.

“Oh, Kate, you’re amazing. I’m gonna cum so hard for you,” he panted, his hips picking up speed.

I moaned, my eyes locked on his, as I felt his cock swell and pulse between my breasts. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot cum shooting onto my chest and breasts, coating my skin with his release.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he breathed, his eyes closing as he savored the moment.

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “It was, Nick. But I’m not done with you yet.”

With that, I leaned forward, taking his still-hard cock into my mouth, licking and sucking his length, cleaning his cum from my breasts and savoring the taste of him.

“Oh, fuck, Kate,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I deep-throated him, my tongue swirling around his sensitive head.

I continued to pleasure him, determined to bring him to the brink of orgasm once more. And as he stood there, his eyes closed, lost in the sensations I was providing, I knew this was just the beginning of a night filled with passionate, titillating pleasure.

The Seductive Encounter

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I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gently caressing my breasts, feeling the softness of my skin. I smiled at my reflection, knowing that Matthew was going to love what he was about to see. My name is Melissa, and I’ve known Matthew for years. We were friends, and after both going through recent breakups, we decided to become something more—fuck buddies. It was a mutual agreement, a way to satisfy our physical needs without the complications of a relationship. And I was more than happy to oblige, especially when I discovered Matthew’s particular fetish.

I had always been confident about my body, and my ample breasts were one of my favorite assets. They were perfectly round, full, and heavy, with large, dark nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. I knew men found them irresistible, and Matthew was no exception. He had a thing for breasts, especially when it came to titty-fucking.

As I dressed for the evening, I chose a revealing outfit, wanting to tease and tempt him from the moment he laid eyes on me. I slipped into a sheer black lace bra that barely contained my generous cleavage, pushing my breasts together to create a deep, inviting valley. The bra struggled to support my heavy breasts, and I knew it would be a challenge for him to keep his hands off me. I paired it with a short, tight skirt that hugged my curves and showcased my long, toned legs. A pair of black stockings and high heels completed the look, making me feel like a vixen, ready to seduce and be seduced.

I arrived at Matthew’s place, a bottle of wine in hand, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach. He opened the door, his eyes immediately locking onto my revealing outfit. I could see the desire in his gaze as he took in my appearance, his eyes traveling from my face down to my exposed cleavage.

“Wow, Melissa,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “You look incredible.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of power at his reaction. “All for you, Matthew. I thought we could have a little fun tonight.”

He stepped aside, inviting me in. “Oh, I intend to have a lot of fun, believe me.”

As I entered his apartment, I could sense his eyes on me, taking in every curve and sway of my body. I poured us each a glass of wine, my fingers slightly trembling as I handed him his. Matthew took a sip, his eyes never leaving my face, and then my breasts.

“So, tell me, Matthew,” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter, my legs slightly parted. “How much do you love breasts?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You know I do, Melissa. I’ve always been a boob man. But yours… they’re something else.”

I bit my lip, feeling a warm tingle between my thighs. “And what do you like to do with them?”

Matthew’s gaze darkened, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I like to suck on them, lick them, worship them. But my favorite… is to fuck them.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and I felt a rush of wetness. I loved the idea of using my breasts to pleasure him, to make him lose control. I took a step towards him, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my palms.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” I whispered, my breath hot against his neck.

I pushed him gently towards the couch, and he sat down, his eyes never leaving my body. I straddled his lap, my skirt riding up my thighs, and positioned myself so that my pussy was just inches from his face. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Melissa,” he murmured, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts.

I leaned back, arching my back slightly, offering my heavy orbs to his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them pebble-hard.

“They’re so big, so soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel them around my cock.”

I smiled, my heart racing. “Then you shall, Matthew. But first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I stood up, my skirt falling back into place, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing more of my cleavage. I turned my back to him, letting him admire the curve of my waist and the swell of my ass in the tight skirt. With a gentle push, I released my breasts from the confines of my bra, letting them hang free, the weight of them pulling at my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” Matthew breathed, his voice filled with awe.

I turned to face him, my breasts swaying with the movement. I ran my hands over them, squeezing and lifting them, offering them to his gaze. His eyes were glued to my chest, his mouth slightly open, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing.

“Come here,” I said, my voice low and commanding.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, the wine forgotten on the kitchen counter. Once inside, I pushed him onto the bed and stood before him, my legs slightly apart, my breasts heavy and inviting.

“Undress me,” I whispered, my breath hot on his face.

Matthew’s hands were shaking as he reached for the buttons of my blouse, his fingers fumbling in their haste. He managed to undo them, and I shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there, my breasts exposed, my nipples hard and pointing towards him.

“Suck them,” I commanded, my voice husky.

He leaned forward, his mouth replacing his hands, and took a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He sucked gently at first, then with more urgency, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I moaned, my head falling back, as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

“That’s it, Matthew,” I encouraged, my hands on his head, guiding him. “Suck them, make them wet for your cock.”

He obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his hands now roaming over my body, squeezing my ass and stroking my thighs. I was soaking wet, my pussy throbbing with need, but I wanted to focus on his pleasure first.

“Now, lie back,” I instructed, pushing him gently onto the bed.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs, my knees on either side of his hips. I leaned forward, my breasts dangling above his straining erection, and smiled down at him.

“Are you ready for this, Matthew?” I asked, my voice teasing.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “Oh yes, please, Melissa.”

I lowered myself, taking his hard length in my hands, and guided it between my breasts, positioning it at the entrance of my cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, creating a tight channel for his cock, and began to slide up and down, my nipples brushing against his shaft with each stroke.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs.

I increased the pace, my breasts massaging his cock, my nipples rubbing against his sensitive skin. I could feel his precum leaking out, lubricating my breasts as I fucked him with them.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my breath hot on his skin.

“Yes, oh yes,” he panted, his hips thrusting upwards to meet my movements.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples grazing his, as I continued to ride his cock with my tits. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing between my breasts, and I knew he was close.

“Cum for me, Matthew,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “Cover my tits with your hot load.”

He arched his back, his hands gripping my hips, and with a loud groan, he came, his warm cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating my breasts and neck. I squeezed my breasts around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, his softening cock still nestled between my breasts. I smiled down at him, my hands gently stroking his chest.

“That was incredible, Melissa,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I leaned down and kissed him, tasting the remnants of our passion on his lips. “It’s just the beginning, Matthew. I have so much more to show you.”

As I spoke, I felt his cock twitch against my breasts, already showing signs of life again. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was just the start of our erotic journey together.

Little did Matthew know, I had only just begun to explore his breast fetish, and I intended to take him to new heights of pleasure. The thought made me shiver with anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I revealed my next surprise.

A Busty Encounter

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The air was crisp and fragrant with the scent of pine as Connor strolled through his beloved Christmas tree farm. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the rows of trees, their branches heavy with decorations. It was the perfect setting for a romantic encounter, and Connor couldn’t help but feel a buzz of anticipation as he made his way towards the cozy log cabin at the heart of the farm.

He had been eagerly awaiting this moment ever since he received the mysterious invitation from an anonymous admirer. The note, written in elegant cursive, hinted at a night of pleasure and promised an experience he would never forget. As a successful and charming man, Connor was no stranger to female attention, but this invitation intrigued him like no other.

Stepping onto the porch of the cabin, he paused, taking a moment to admire the view. The farm had been in his family for generations, and he took great pride in its beauty. As he stood there, the door swung open, revealing a vision that took his breath away.

Carol stood in the doorway, her voluptuous figure accentuated by a tight-fitting red dress that hugged every curve. Her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her pretty face and sparkling green eyes. But it was her enormous breasts that truly commanded attention, straining against the fabric, leaving little to the imagination.

“Connor, darling, you made it,” she purred, her voice like warm honey. “Come in, the night is young, and I have something special planned for us.”

He found himself drawn towards her, his heart racing. Carol’s presence exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to resist. As he stepped into the cabin, the warm glow of candlelight illuminated the room, creating an intimate atmosphere.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Connor complimented, his eyes roaming over her ample curves. “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the woman who’s been sending me those tantalizing notes.”

Carol’s full lips curved into a mischievous smile, revealing a hint of dimples. “Oh, but I’ve been waiting for you, Connor. I’ve heard so much about your charm and your love for the finer things in life. And I must say, you don’t disappoint.”

As she spoke, she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Connor’s eyes were transfixed on her breasts, which seemed to bounce with each step she took. He could feel his desire building, his body responding to her every move.

“You have a taste for the voluptuous, don’t you, my dear?” Carol whispered, her breath tickling his ear as she stood close behind him. “I can see it in your eyes. And I’m here to give you exactly what you crave.”

With a swift motion, she spun him around and pressed her soft, full body against his. Connor’s hands instinctively found their way to her waist, his fingers sinking into her plush flesh. He pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she moaned softly, nuzzling his neck. “I love a man who knows what he wants. And I can see you want me.”

Connor’s hands began to wander, exploring the generous curves of her body. He cupped her breasts, his palms barely covering their immense size. Carol arched her back, offering herself to him, her nipples hardening against the thin material.

“That’s right, touch me,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Feel how much I want you. I’ve been waiting all day to have your hands on me.”

As Connor’s fingers teased her nipples through the dress, Carol let out a soft moan, her head falling back in pleasure. Her breath quickened, and her eyes glazed over with lust.

“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she whispered, her hands working on the buttons of her dress. “Let’s get more comfortable, shall we?”

With nimble fingers, she undid the buttons, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch. The dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, and Connor’s breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

Carol stood before him completely naked, her body a masterpiece of feminine curves. Her breasts were truly a sight to behold—full and heavy, with large, dark areolas and erect nipples that begged to be sucked. Her waist tapered to flaring hips, and her thighs were thick and inviting.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her voice laced with confidence. “I know my body is a pleasure to behold. And it’s all yours tonight.”

Connor couldn’t speak, his mouth gone dry at the sight of her. He nodded, his eyes never leaving her body as she stepped out of her dress and sauntered towards him, her hips swaying provocatively.

Carol took his hand and led him to the plush couch, where she pushed him gently onto the cushions. She straddled his lap, her warm, bare skin pressing against his through his clothes.

“Now, my dear Connor,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “It’s time for you to feast on these breasts you’ve been longing for.”

Leaning forward, she took his face in her hands and guided his mouth to her nipple. Connor’s lips closed around the taut peak, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor as Carol’s moans filled the room. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he lavished attention on one breast and then the other.

“Yes, that’s it,” she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Suck them, love. Make me feel it.”

Connor’s hands roamed over her back, down to her generous bottom, squeezing and kneading as he feasted on her breasts. Carol’s moans grew louder, her hips undulating against his hardening cock, which strained against his pants.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “But first, I have a special treat for you.”

With that, she rose from his lap, her breasts swaying enticingly, and knelt before him. Connor’s eyes widened as she undid his belt and slowly lowered his zipper, revealing his thick, throbbing erection.

“Oh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just the way I like them. Now, let’s see what we can do with this.”

Carol took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently as she leaned forward and pressed her massive breasts together, creating a warm, soft valley. Connor’s eyes widened further as she guided his shaft into the cleavage, her breasts enveloping his length.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands coming up to cup her breasts as she began to move them up and down, massaging his cock with her soft flesh.

“That’s it, enjoy it,” she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. “I want to feel you get hard between my tits. I want to make you come like this.”

Carol increased the pace, her breasts sliding up and down his shaft, her nipples grazing his skin. Connor’s eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure coursed through his body. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he managed to gasp between moans. “I’m gonna come, Carol. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your tits.”

Carol smiled, her eyes never leaving his as she continued her sensual titty-fucking. “That’s right, baby, give it to me. Let it all out.”

With a final, intense thrust of her breasts, Connor’s cock twitched, and he exploded, his hot cum shooting onto her ample cleavage. She giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she milked the last drops from him with her breasts.

“Mmm, that was incredible,” she purred, her fingers gently wiping some of the cum from her breasts and bringing it to her lips, where she licked it off with a satisfied smile. “But we’re not done yet, my dear. I have so much more to show you.”

Connor, still breathless, could only nod in agreement, his heart racing and his body yearning for more of this voluptuous vixen. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a night that would forever change his perception of pleasure.

As Carol leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts brushing against his chest, he felt a surge of desire, knowing that this was just the start of an unforgettable adventure with the woman who had captured his lust and his heart.

Pearl Necklace Expert

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I developed early, you can tell by the size of my breasts they are quite large. I always had boys interested in me because of them. I started to wear a bra early and was teased because of my big boobs, but the same boys that were teasing me a few years before were now asking me out in the hopes they could get their mitts on them. One of the first things I did sexually was give a titty fuck. I wasn’t ready to actually fuck yet, but I would allow a boy to place his hard cock between my big knockers.

I remember when I was in school the first boy I’d gone out with asked me if he could do that. I didn’t see the harm in it, so I said ok. We’d gone out to see a movie and grabbed some pizza afterwards. We went back to his place and he invited me down to the basement. His parents were upstairs and he said they left him alone when he was down there, even if he had friends over, so we wouldn’t be interrupted. I was a bit nervous, I’d only kissed before and given a hand job once.

We were on the couch and he had MTV on the television playing low and we were kissing and soon his hand sneaked under my sweater and he soon got my nipples hard by playing with them. I removed my green angora sweater that matched my eyes, and he unhooked my large bra and cast it aside. I’d been running my hand over his crotch through his jeans and I could tell he was so hard. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and slipped him out of them, his boxer shorts were sporting a pretty good sized tent in front of me.

He told me to take my tits in my hands, ease them apart a bit while he got his cock between them and then close them around his dick. He then started to pump and thrust between my tits and he began to moan a bit as he did so. He was fucking my huge tits. The engorged head of his cock was coming up right underneath my chin with each pump of his cock, but I wasn’t ready to give a blow job just yet. His freely flowing precum was smearing all over my tits and chest. My hard nipples were grazing his cock and it felt nice, it was a nice sensation to have them pulled that way with each pump of his cock between them.

I still remember the video that was playing on MTV as I gave that titty fuck, “How Do You Talk To An Angel,” I always think of that night in the basement whenever I hear that song come on. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, he was standing and kind of crouching, standing with his feet far apart, his hands on my shoulders as he fucked my huge tits. He said something that made me laugh. He told me the only thing that could make it better would have been if I had milk in my breasts and it would ooze all over his dick. I laughed and said no chance of that, but it’s something other guys have mentioned over the years as well. The big tits fetish and breast milk fetish often go hand in hand. Not always, but sometimes.

I was about to receive my very first “pearl necklace.” The year before in school a boy that sat near me told me his friend wanted to give me a pearl necklace and I had no idea what he meant, but didn’t want to appear unknowledgeable about it, so I just said, “oh, that’s nice.” LOL, I must have sounded like an idiot, since if you knew what it meant, you’d not likely reply back with that response! Here I thought this boy I barely knew wanted to give me a piece of jewelry, Lord, was I clueless! Now my boyfriend said he was about to cum, about to squirt all over my tits and ‘give me a pearl necklace.’ All of a sudden the lights went on from the remark the year before and I giggled. I got it, globs of cum all over my tits, neck and throat. It wasn’t so bad, but he sure liked it. I went to the powder room to clean up and went home soon after. Thinking I was now a “pearl necklace expert.”