On Her Beautiful Tits

I enjoyed the sensation of her mouth for a moment more before gripping her hair and pulling her mouth off me. She looked at me, her mouth open, spit still connecting my cock to her full lips. I sat up and, my hand still in her hair, pulled her towards me again, this time placing my erection right between those two perfect pale tits. She smiled up at me, then cupped her breasts around my cock. They were so young and firm, it was a tight canyon of heat and flesh. She began to work her tits up and down on my spit-soaked cock.

"Look at me, Becca." She looked up, green-hazel eyes luminous as she pleasured me. "Tell me where you want my come."

"Yes...," she whispered. She shifted so that one arm pulled her tits tight around me, while the other gripped my shaft underneath her breasts. She began to bob faster, tit-fucking me in earnest. "I want your come on my tits, little brother. I want to feel you spurting on my chest. Please, little brother."

Her eyes were locked on mine. Her tempo increased and my hips were bucking, thrusting my cock in and out of her cleavage. My hands were still in her hair. I pushed her face forwards until she got the message. With each thrust, her mouth took in the tip of my dick.

I was getting close.

"Such a good sister, " I moaned.

I pulled her head back off my cock with a pop as I started to come, pumping my load over her face, neck and tits. My come pooled in the cleft between her tits, and as I pulled away, she collected the drippings with her fingers, rubbing the juice into her nipples. Her mouth, neck and tits gleamed with my come.

"Becca, I want you to go to your bed and make yourself come now. Think of me as you do, of my come still on your face and tits."

"Mmm... yes, thank you," she said, standing and moving to her bed.

I turned and went into the bathroom, starting the shower, already hearing the soft moans of her pleasure as I stepped under the hot water.