She clasped my head and leaned forward. My face sank into fragrant softness. I sniffed her, greedy and enraptured, and searched for the nipple with my lips, found it. She literally pushed it into my mouth.
“Yeah, suck on that,” she breathed.
I looked up, into her face, and licked the plump bud with the tip of my tongue. She blinked and sighed. Her eyes were reminiscent of a bottomless lagoon, her red hair flowing like seaweed. Tenderly I embraced her bosom and pampered her in every way. I kissed, licked, nibbled. Lust veiled her gaze and moans interspersed her breaths.
I rubbed my teeth over the sensitive tips and probed under the bells, where they rested on the ribs and the skin felt especially soft. Into this sweaty crevice I thrust my tongue, and licked it across the breast with great wet strokes. Then I switched to the other side, which she immediately stretched towards me. She held very still and gasped louder and louder to herself. Only once did her abdomen involuntarily jerk forward when I sucked half a tit into my mouth as hard as I could.
Blissfully, I put a hand around her and felt her buttocks. This formed a perfect counterpoint, an equally prominent double bulge, just as soft, just as seductive. My fingers followed the seams of the jeans, finding tender flesh, arousing curves. I felt her tense the muscles in her thighs as I reached around it, just below the waist.
“Oh yes…” she whispered and pressed herself closer to me. I chewed on a swollen nipple and grabbed between her legs from behind, encountering heat under the fabric. She shifted her pelvis back and forth, rubbing against my thrusting fingertips.
With a suppressed sound, she yanked her tit out of my mouth and slid backwards, off the couch and suddently knelt in front of me. With an overexcited grin and flickering eyes, she lunged at my pants and tugged at the belt buckle. That was a little too fast for me, I would have liked to spoil her a bit more.
But I grinned back and lifted my ass out of the pillow. She growled like a she-wolf and tugged down my pants, barely unzipping them halfway. The underpants followed. My cock erupted and pointed at her, a speedometer needle of desire.
“Nice,” she commented, giggling. “You’re shaved.”
“Can’t stand hair on me these days. I like my private parts without the dark curls. It looks cleaner somehow, doesn’t it? I gladly take the hassle of f regular care for that.”
“Then you’ll probably like my kitty, too.” She winked at me. “It’s naked, too.”
I didn’t find the time for an answer. She hooked herself between my knees and a second later she took my stiff strap in her mouth. With a deep sigh, I leaned back and watched her suck me. She understood something about it, I saw and felt that immediately. With routine movements, she massaged the rod up and down with both hands, letting her lips and teeth play around the glans.
The tip of her tongue fluttered at the frenulum and caused a tingling sensation there that went through my marrow. I enjoyed the spectacle, as did the sight of the two breasts swaying beneath her, looking so pretty like udders.
“Slow down,” I moaned, forcing myself to relax my pelvic floor muscles. “Or else I’m going to cum in a minute.”
“So what?” She smiled like a witch as she chewed on me. “There are worse things.”
With that, she pushed herself higher, and she wedged my pole between her two pillows, which she pressed against each other for the purpose. Together with her breastbone, they formed a soft sheath. Vanessa gasped and went lower. My glans appeared red and shiny wet at her throat.
“Are you into breast fuck?” she wanted to know, making my device disappear.
“Not really,” I sighed, matching her movements. “But in this case, I’ll make an exception.”
“Oh, I feel honored.”
She propped her chin on the chest, and on the next thrust, she kissed the head of my penis. That looked insanely horny. I bucked higher, wanting to get into her mouth, but she just laughed and released her titty hug. Instead, she took my cock in her hand and stroked herself with it. This whipped me even higher, especially as she rubbed the tip over the hard nipples, back and forth, back and forth. As she did so, she had one hand around my testicles and was stroking me like you would stroke a cat’s throat.
“I’m about to cum!”, I roared chokingly as I felt the unmistakable tickle in my lower abdomen.
“Yes, cum all over me,” she urged, “go ahead, cum all over me, I like it.”
She squeezed her breasts together until the aureoles pointed at me like the double barrel of a shotgun and impaled them on my rod. The nipples tickled my hairless abdomen. Back, and again. Back, and again. The tickling spread, overflowed, swelled into a tidal wave, so good…
“Rhaaahh…”
With a roar like a rutting deer, I reared back and thrust my cock in, somehow, somewhere, into soft, yielding fullness. It jolted through me like an electric shock. I closed my eyes, half out of it, hanging helplessly in the grip of that fierce, sugary, flowing orgasm. Again and again I shot off, squirted, gushed, laughed.
Beautiful!
When I opened my eyes again, Vanessa was kneeling in front of me, decorated from chin to breasts with white-transparent smears. She winked at me with a triumphant grin and leaned forward. The warm pocket of her mouth nestled around my flagging hardness. Trembling, I poured the last, feeble spurts on her tongue.