No, but she can milk some cream out of you

Kimberly’s breasts felt great in my hands. They felt even better in my mouth. They were so soft and round that I knew exactly what I wanted to do with them next. I didn’t stop sucking to tell Kimberly what to do; I didn’t need to. With just a thought I had her shift off of my body and move to the ground beside the lounge chair.

It was a shame to no longer be sucking on her hard nipples, but the look of servitude and devotion on her face as she knelt down before me made up for it. Without breaking eye contact she pulled down my swim shorts and dropped them to the ground.

My dick was rock hard and in need of attention.

“Please Michael, let me have a tasty treat,” she said. Her right hand cupped my balls as her left fingers drew lazy circles around my belly button. She would get closer and closer to the tip of my cock where it lied on my belly. But never quite touching it.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want you to go hungry,” I replied.

I swung my right leg over her head and sat on the edge of the lounge chair with her in between my legs. Kimberly eye’s stared hungrily at my cock, now bobbing a few inches from her face. She licked her lips in anticipation but then did something that surprised me: she gathered up a big glob of spit in her mouth and let it drip between her breasts. As it dripped into her cleavage she lifted her ass off of her heels, raising her body to the right height for a tit job.

Her hands pulled her breasts apart and then she leaned forward and squeezed my cock between them. She began to bounce up and down a bit while using her hands to stroke me with the soft flesh of her breasts.

“Oh Kimberly, that feels great!”

“You like it, Mikey?” she asked.

I looked down at her beautiful face. She had a sincere, kind smile and I lost myself for a moment in her eyes.

“Yes I do. I love everything you do for me, and every part of your body. But especially your… mmmm…”

I couldn’t keep talking as a wave of pleasure passed through my body. I shivered and moaned. Kimberly chuckled.

“My what? My breasts? My boobs? My tits?” she teased me with her words but her movements were getting faster and faster. “My knockers? My headlights? My gazongas?”

Once again she bent her head forward and spat, landing this second wad on the tip of my dick. It was quickly smeared all over her skin. It felt so good, and I was fast approaching orgasm.

I could only groan in response.

“My big, fat udders?”

“Oh fuck!” I said, shocked that even in a dream she’d talk about herself in that way.

She didn’t let up. Her tits slid up and down the length of my cock over and over, building me up to a fantastic orgasm.

“It’s funny. Usually you squeeze udders to make milk come out of them. But here I am squeezing you with my udders to milk those big balls of yours. They look like they’re filled with a lot of cream for me, Mikey.”

I tried to hold off to make it last a little longer but it was a losing battle.

“I told you I was hungry, Mikey. And that I want a tasty treat. Please can I have your cream?”

“Ye… yes…” I managed.

I let go and got hit with a tidal wave of pleasure. I came hard in between Kimberly’s tits. My cum shot up against her neck and chin, dripping back down into her cleavage. The feeling of my cock squelching in the mix of semen and saliva just kept me going. I shot rope after sticky rope at every step as she kept stroking me until her breasts, neck, and hands were absolutely covered. Not to mention my cock, balls, and stomach.

My strength gave out and I collapsed forward onto her. She caught me and lowered me onto the warm cement of the pool deck. With my eyes half-lidded I watched as she began to collect up my cum, licking her fingers clean before going back for more.

“Mmmm, thank you Michael,” she said, “Just what I was craving. You’re delicious. See?”

She held out her fingers to me and without thinking I sucked them into my mouth.

She was right. I did taste good.

I started to lose focus and drift in and out of the dream. I had a vague sense of her pulling my mouth to her neck to lick and suck my cum off of her, while her other hand gently stroked and cleaned my cock. But I also had a sense of being in my own bed, alone, and bringing my wet fingers from inside my boxers up to my mouth.

Either way, I enjoyed the taste.

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