Tag: ruined orgasm

Brook

Now I’m staring, I can’t help it. Her breasts... they’re huge. I had no idea. Sprouting from Brook’s narrow frame are two glorious funbags, the gray fabric of her bikini top fighting its best fight to cup them, keep them constrained, stop them from what cannot be more than a wayward brush away from springing free of the nylon and bouncing into my life. As her shoulders adjust and her arms move her breasts get pushed outwards and pulled this way and that and... weird, it looks like her jaw is moving, too. Oh fuck. She’s asked me something, is waiting for my answer. I have no idea what.

Astrid

She perches on my lap, straddling me, large tits pressed into my collar. She tilts her chin up, looking down at me over her high cheekbones. I feel like so much putty, ready for her to mold. She wears brown lipstick, just a shade darker than her skin color, with matching eyeshadow and blush. It is, of course, immaculate in its application.

Tilly

Our first time talking was casual, hanging out all together in a group with my friends, and she was super sweet, an innocent girl who seemed as inexperienced and fumbling as me. So Tilly and I met up again, getting coffee at a bookstore. Then a few more times in easy, public places. And now, without even thinking how it would come across, I’ve just invited her back to my place. Just the two of us, in private.