Go for the tits

As I felt the warmth of my growing erection creep up my thigh, I grew confident, thrusting one hand onto Crystal’s heaving chest as I held the back of her head with the other. Her breast felt good in my hand. It was too big to feel like it really was “in my hand,” but it had a weight to it and jiggled and bounced as I groped her. Seeing my enthusiasm for her tits, she took off her shirt and bra in one quick motion. Her nipples were the perfect size.

As we settled down onto the mats, I began sucking on her tits and she, finally, placed her hand on my throbbing cock. I heard her impressed intake of breath. Still over the pants, she ran her hand up and down my shaft. I moved my kisses from her nipples up towards her neck, and when I got there, her whole body quivered and let out a light moan, as if that slow kissing on her neck shut down any inhibitions she had left. She gave me a look filled with lust, then scooted down to focus on my cock.

Every movement she made was methodical, as if she had this down to an art. This probably implied Crystal was very experienced, which I had guessed but didn’t want to assume. I was glad; she had gotten me pretty worked up and it would have been a shame had she been clumsy and not known what she was doing. She firmly but gently worked my pants down to just below the fly in my underwear and she pulled my cock out. It sprang into her hand and she stroked it excitedly. The spot just below the head is the most sensitive and she figured this out quickly. I looked up. My cock really did look enormous in her hand. It was about seven inches long, and at the base was about three fingers across, sturdy like a battering ram.

“Perfect,” she seemed to almost purr, “So no sex...”

There was a pause, and I wasn’t sure what she was going to say.

“BUT,” she said after a few seconds of thought, “This is a beautiful dick.”

“Thank you,” I said.

"There are other things I can do for you," She gave a smile that was far too innocent-looking, "Would you like a blowjob?"