Independent phone sex with Your Only Desire 866-605-2544While you are sitting in a chair, I slap you in the head with a side swipe of my left breast. You pretend not to notice anything. When it happens two more times, you ask me if everything is okay. “Yes, babe; I’m just getting ready.”

A moment later you can feel the back of your neck being squeezed between my tits. I kiss the top of your head. “Babe, I don’t think I want to give you a scalp massage after all.”

“Huh?” you ask. I walk out from behind the chair to your front side so I can face you. Your eyes are level with my erect nipples. You look up and see a slightly serious look on my face.

“I’m not going to service you just now. That will, ahem… come later.” I pause on the word “come” as I say it and it is not lost on you at all. “Right now I want my tits in your mouth.” You grin, but you can tell by the look in my eye that I’m serious about needing you to do this for me.

I lift up my right boob and give you a moment to wet your lips. Then I bring my pointed nipple to your lips and penetrate through to your waiting tongue. I gently grab the back of your head. “Suck my tits, my love. Suck my big, beautiful melons. I love the way you make love to them with your mouth.”

You do as commanded (because you are such a good boy), causing me to moan with enjoyment.  You tickle my right nipple and I know without a shadow of a doubt that you are rock hard. I pull back away from you, your saliva shining off my gorgeous breast. “Both of my tits need attention, sweetheart.” You nod in agreement as I bring the other one to your waiting lips. You close your eyes as you suckle eagerly. I praise you by petting your head.

After a few minutes I pull back again. With two fingers I lift up your chin to face me. “You’ve done such a good job and you’ve earned a handsome reward, one much greater than just a scalp massage.” I glance down at the pointed bulge that’s stretching your jeans, and I squeeze the head of your cock to tease you and build the pressure. It’s both pleasurable and torturous. Finally, I get down on my knees. You love seeing me unbuckle your belt and unzip your fly. Moments later and your cock is free from the confines of clothing.

“I’m not going to suck it, baby. Today is all about my tits.” I reach for some oil and lock eyes with you as I slowly rub my tits until they’re glistening. I wipe the excess oil on your knees and spread your legs apart. I move closer between them and proceed to place your cock between my luscious melons.

At first I just allow you to drink in the incredible sensation of being nestled between my titties, but then I begin to slide them up and down on your raging hard cock. The look in your eyes changes rapidly from anticipation to full-on glazed over with horniness and ecstasy as the slipperiness of my bosom is causing your balls to churn frantically. “Ashlee, I’m going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum for me, my baby? Are you going to blow hot cum between my tits? Are these tits going to make you cum?” I coyly pretend to be inquiring.

“Oh fuck, Ashlee! Oh fuck!” And then I feel powerful frozen rope streams of cum shoot onto my tits and chin. One shot, then a second, then a third as I press my tits together tighter and tighter.

Your head falls back from exhaustion. I release my tits and grab your cock in one hand, gently lifting your balls with the other as my fingers form snuggly around them.

I squeeze the base of your cock and stroke it slowly to encourage that last droplet of cum to ooze out.

I know you, babe. And I know my tits own you.

Call me. It’s time to celebrate my tits.



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