“You like?” I murmured, slowly tracing a finger along my décolletage, teasing him, running my finger into the deep valley between my girls.
“Little girl,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I fucking love.”
And I giggled then, my hands going to the back clasp and undoing it with a quick snap. Slowly, I eased the straps over my shoulders, stroking them off until my breasts were revealed in their full glory, pendulous, hanging, perfect ovoids with stiff red nipples at the tips.
Coyly, I ran my fingers around both nips, tracing the sensitive flesh before flashing a look at him and cooing again.
“They taste really good,” I sighed. “You want to try?”
And the big man was literally struck speechless, his eyes riveted by my movements, his cock out now, one hand going up and down that huge shaft in a rhythmic stroke, the veins pulsing, and his balls high and tight.
“I want to taste it,” he growled low in his throat, so turned on that the words were a little garbled, hard to understand. “I need a taste.”
But it was my turn to be in charge and so I shook my head coyly.
“No tastes for you, big guy,” I cooed. “Only for me.”
And with that, I lifted one of my girls up and licked the nipple, savoring the sweet bud, running my tongue around and around, electrical sparks shooting straight from my nip to my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned between nips and licks, “mmm….that…tastes….oh so good,” I murmured wickedly.
And the big man just groaned, his hand a blur on his shaft now. There was so much pre-cum that his pole was completely wet, his fist easily pumping away, stroking through the copious lube, so much that it pooled on the chair, making a sticky mess.
“Now for the other,” I said coyly, and lifted my left boob to my lips for a taste, doing the same with this nipple. Except this time, I gave myself a little love bite, delicately nipping my tip with small white teeth, flirting with the slightly older male through my lashes the entire time.
“Imagine my teeth on your cock,” I sighed breathily. “Imagine how that’s going to feel.”
And the big man stopped all motion, his body rock hard, that huge dick pointed straight at me. I guess he was getting desperate, perilously close to the edge because there were he no longer spoke in full sentences.
“Clothes. Off,” he commanded, his voice hoarse, his eyes ravenous.
And with a little schoolgirl giggle, I obeyed. I shimmied out of my skirt, pulling the fabric sensuously over my hips before kicking them away, and then played with the waistband of my panties, lightly tugging, teasing him, and making the big man salivate. And god, but his rock-hard dick was literally weeping now, there was a steady stream of sperm dripping from the tip to the floor, a pool of pre-cum that I longed to taste.
“You want to see?” I breathed, snapping the waistband. My fingers crept down to my cunt and I lightly trailed it over my fleshy lips, the material soaking wet.
“You want to see?”
