What does he decide?
"...b-be buried in your t-tits..."
"...b-be buried in your t-tits..." he answers with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You give a giggle at his response. Why are you giggling? Why are you on your knees...?? Your mind trying to keep it's focus on the task you established prior to this is faltering quickly, that lustful haze from before is overtaking you. Your hormones are riled up and your body is ready to go, you can feel yourself soaking wet down below and your face is ever flush with arousal.
You give a big grin before leaning forward and taking hold of each boob with each hand, "Sounds like a good choice to me..." you tease as you bring your tits around his dick, they envelop it causing him to let out a sigh of relief & comfort. The softness of your boobs must feel like heaven on his hard and hot cock, you yourself feel enjoyment from feeling them in your hands. You then begin to rock back and forth slowly letting your tits press against his crotch then drag all the way back until only the tip is hidden, then you repeat the process, each time you press against his base you hear a moan escape him. When you're fully against him you can feel his cock poke out from your tits jamming you gently in the collarbone. As you begin to pick up your pace you straighten up a bit and scoot closer until you're pumping up and down along his shaft, with each descent his dick pokes through and bumps your chin, the act making your arousal kick in stronger. You could just open your mouth and let him in, the pleasure of not only soft tits but the warm wetness of your mouth, or even throat, would surpass anything previously you think to yourself.
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