On the floor.

You lean over and murmur in Amber’s ear, “You said something about sex on the floor?”

Her face lights up. “Yeah, and I think I’m stretched out enough to try it. Lie down with your calves up on the bed.”

You do as she says. She looks at you and tells you, “You’ll need to work your back and legs a little more—lift your hips off the carpet.” You comply, and look down to see your long, hard cock pointing toward you like a cannon from an embrasure. She looks at it and smiles, then straddles your hips, lines herself up—and falls forward onto all fours. Suddenly, your face is full of her tits.

You can’t really see what Amber is doing—though yours must be the best obstructed-view seat in history—except that she reaches back between her legs. You can tell when she grabs your cock, though, and you can definitely feel it when she pushes herself onto your shaft, swallowing your cockhead with her tight, wet heat. “Ooooh . . .” she moans. “I definitely—ahh—couldn’t have done this the first time; you would have been—ohh—too big for me. It’s—ohh, fuck yeah—a good thing you stretched me out some.” She doesn’t take your whole cock in her pussy at once, but soon she's slowly rocking back and forth, fucking your cock with her cunt, taking you a little deeper each time.

Amber’s sweet melons hang right in your face, swinging gently as she slowly pumps your cock with her pussy. The feeling of her soft, smooth skin brushing yours, the weight of her boobs on your cheeks, is delightful, and you give yourself a little time just to enjoy it. “How did you come up with this?” you ask.

From above your head, Amber says, “Remember I told you I had a boyfriend who called me his tit-slut?” You make an affirmative noise, and she continues, “That suited him just fine, because he was as big a tit man as you are. He rows crew, so he has big, powerful legs. He read about this position somewhere, and wanted to try it that afternoon. I missed class, he was so insistent. We both loved it; it was immediately his favorite position.” She giggles. “He even wanted to try it in the park one evening, with his feet propped up against a rock.”

This surprises you. “Did you?”

She giggles again. “We did. He found a place secluded enough that he talked me into taking the risk. It was a real turn-on, fucking in the open air where anyone could stumble across us, though I don’t know if I’d want to chance it twice. We both came fast and hard—which was a good thing, because we’d only had our clothes back on for a couple minutes before someone came along. We were still cuddling.” Her voice sounds like she’s smiling. “It was a white-haired old lady. She smiled sweetly at us, probably thinking we were an innocent young couple. Her reaction would have been very different if she’d come by five minutes before.”

You can only imagine.