No, fuck those expensive titties

I’m not done with these perky tits yet. They deserve even more love. She’ll have to wait for me to go down on her. I want to try something out first.

I lick down her sternum, already my spit on the inside of her tits.

Phoebe asks, “What are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing. Push your tits together,” I say. I straighten up and straddle her torso.

She pushes her perky tits together. Her gorgeous heart nipple rings gleam from my tongue bath. She says, “I think my boobs are too small for this.”

“They’re not small. They’re perfect,” I say. I spit into my hand, and lubricate my hard cock with it. I bend it down and slide it between her pressed together tits.

This position isn’t about pleasure, especially her pleasure. And while it feels nice for me, it’s all about the visual. The visual of my thick cock disappearing under her soft tits, and poking out the other side. Her hands squishing them together. Her chin tucked, her eyes watching as my mushroom head thrusts toward her face. And most of all those dark nipples with those diamond hearts that cost more than a down-payment on a Mercedes Benz.

I'm tit-fucking this small woman who has so much more money and status than me. I’m in control of her. I have so much power over her than she’s letting me spit on her and stroke my cock with her soft tits.

I slip my cock from her glistening tits and hold it in my hand. I slap my cockhead down on each nipple. The roughness of the diamond jewelry gives a little bit of pain to me. Phoebe lets out a little sigh. And again it’s not about pleasure, it’s about the visible of smacking my cock down on this expensive jewelry that a husband gifted his wife.

She’s mine for the night. And I’m showing that I control her. If I was close enough to coming, I’d cover those diamonds in cum right now. (I make a note to do that later.)

She totally controlled me from behind in the shower.

Now it’s my turn to control her in the bedroom.

“Open your mouth wide,” I command.