I’ll Let You Fuck My Tits For Dessert
I’ve noticed that this guy I’ve been casually seeing enjoys it when I play with my breasts. He finds it appealing when I touch and squeeze them, and he even has a fascination with my nipples. After a specific date, I decided to spice things up a bit and have some extra fun!
He prepared a meal for me, and as we were about to enjoy dessert, I leaned back in my chair. Placing my foot on his lap, I gently pressed my toes against his groin, capturing his attention. I caressed my breast with one hand, teasingly running my index finger over the nipple, giving him a clear indication of what was to come. With a smile, I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it gracefully fall to the floor, and then unfastened my bra. Cupping my breasts in my hands, I squeezed them while feeling his arousal intensify under my toes. Adjusting my grip so that my nipples rested between my thumbs and index fingers, I began to sensually rub them. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as I felt them becoming more erect.
I began to alternate between playing with my nipples and fondling my big tits. I took my foot off him and began to softly rub my thighs together, rubbing the crotch of my jeans against my plump pussy. Heard a zipper and looked up at him. He had undone his jeans and was jerking himself off under the table as he watched me. I let him continue for a minute then stood up and went over to where he sat. He stopped what he was doing and pushed his chair back as he reached for me.
I took a seat at the table across from him and instructed him to stand. As he complied, I gently grasped the tip of his large member. With a few sensual strokes, I playfully encouraged the release of precum, which I then collected. Smearing it between my breasts, I positioned my hands on his hips and pulled him closer. Our bodies connected, his erect member gliding against my chest, further spreading the precum. Cupping my breasts, I enveloped his penis, exerting a firm pressure, eliciting a gratifying moan from him. I felt the heat and weight of his throbbing erection between my breasts.
He said “Fuck that feels so good. Keep going.”
I increased my pace, causing him to breathe heavily. I pressed my breasts firmly against him, applying more pressure near the tip. He began to moan and utter phrases of satisfaction. Leaning over me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and proceeded to thrust his hips, simulating intercourse between my breasts. I ceased movement and simply held my breasts firmly for him, allowing him to take control. His thrusts grew more forceful, and I could sense his balls striking against the upper part of my abdomen. His body tensed, and I could feel warm white honey shoot onto my chest and neck.
I nestled my breasts against him while he moved away, causing his manhood to slip through the cleavage. There was a trail of cum. He sat down and I positioned myself on his lap. Glancing at my sticky chest, I playfully frowned and commented, “You’ve made my breasts all messy.” Without hesitation, he pressed his face between them and snuggled up to me…