Sometimes I purposely wear tops at least one size too small. With some blouses not revealing even the slightest bit of cleavage, many men are disappointed without a peek at some skin. However, with small, tight-fitting attire, my tits are in a way naked. You can see the full shape of both of my luscious melons. Their roundness is more distinct than when I wear blouses that extenuate my cleavage.

When I was in my late teens, I was known for concealing my assets while at school, but while at parties, I’d get a little tipsy and let the puppies out to play. When everyone knew about a big party coming up for the weekend, how much I showed off would become the main event. One time, on the eve of OMG-did-you-see-what-Ashlee-is-wearing Day, I strutted around with no bra. The boys didn’t even pretend not to stare. I sought every opportunity to clap my hands or jump a little; anything to make my boobs bounce. When I did, everything went quiet, mouths fell open, drool would drip, and there was not a soft cock within sight of me.

However, I’ve matured and I’d probably do things a bit differently if we went to a party today. I envision you wondering about my tits practically on a silver platter for everyone’s viewing pleasure, with horny men and alcohol flowing, it could lead to a problem. That’s why you take a little bit of comfort when I answer my door sporting a loose fluffy sweater.

While at the party, several guys look me up and down. You enjoy the disappointment on their faces when they see that there’s nothing to see, at least nothing obvious. As the night grows late, we’ve been dancing and we’re both feeling a bit of a buzz. I begin to loosen up and decide to take off my sweater. It’s pretty hot inside with all those bodies anyway. Underneath, I’m wearing a tight white camisole and bra. Suddenly, I’m garnering attention from all throughout the room, and more guys start streaming in like cattle. You take in a nice, long stare, look down while shaking your head at me, and realize that you need to get me out of there.

“I wish you hadn’t done that,” you say in the car on the way back to your place. I could tell that you didn’t like being taken by surprise like that. You had let your guard down and suddenly, like a slap in the face, you needed to be on full alert again. Not wanting to sour the night, I cuddle up to you and begin massaging your cock through your pants. After a few minutes, you almost wish I’d stop because you want nothing more than to take it out. Finally, the Uber driver pulls up to your house. You get out of the car as quickly as possible, struggling to hide the erection in your pants, and we practically sprint inside.

“I can’t make it to the bedroom babe,” I say. “Take your pants off right here, in the living room while I make us a drink.” When I return with our drinks, I seat you on the couch and pull off my camisole, then fall to my knees. You reach down to cup both of my breasts before my bra is even off. Suddenly, you grab the underwire and rip it off, over my head. I tickle your balls and coyly say “I think I know what you need.”

I take a sip of my drink, purposely sucking a couple of ice cubes into my mouth. I grab ahold of your cock and moisten your entire erection with my mouth. A moan escapes your mouth as you feel the cold sensation on your throbbing head. Pressing my beautiful tits together, I lay your rigid cock right between them. They envelope your hot, erect muscle and I let a cold mixture of saliva and water leak from my mouth to lubricate you. I make you feel like the king of the world. Here you are, sitting on your throne; with the hottest piece of ass you’ve ever seen. I’m on my knees and my gorgeous tits are giving you the ultimate pleasure. I concentrate my hands on providing the cushion your cock needs as it fucks my chest. “Fuck these tits, baby, they’re your tits, all yours. Give me that sweet-tasting cum, I need it!” Almost instantaneously, a hot stream of cum hits my lips and chin. It’s a climax unlike you’ve ever experienced.

I lick my lips, tasting the sticky, hot mess you’ve left on my face. I look at you and smile, “Isn’t it amazing what these tits can do?!”



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