A taste of her titties

Ashley squeezed Heather's huge, heaving breasts, and it thrilled her they were as firm as she'd imagined. It wasn't just their size that made guys love them, but their weight. Holding them was like... scratch that, was being entrusted with an awesome responsibility. “Finally. Between Hannah and you, I was always a little jealous.”

“When guys looked at them, or when guys played with them?” Heather asked, a knowing smile on her face. “You think I haven't noticed your wandering eyes?” It hadn't seemed like anything then, and whatever, it was the locker room after cheerleading practice. Wherever you turned you were practically motorboating boobs as big as Heather's.

“You think I didn't want you to notice?” Ashley smiled back. And the next thing Heather knew, the blonde's arms were wrapped around her waist while her mouth had latched onto Heather's hard, brown nipple. Heather threw her head back in a moan as Ashley crossed the line from best friend to something more exciting, with the unintended effect of pressing the blonde's face against her chest.

“Lick it, Ash, go on, get your tongue in there, yesss.” Ashley's tongue flicked and darted around her areola, then lavished her with attention, her tongue a vortex around the sensitive bud, carrying away Heather's last inhibitions.

“Don't forget to show them equal attention!” Hannah continued fucking her best friend with the strap-on, but she was paying close attention to Heather's reactions. They held eye contact as Ashley licked from one nipple to the other, her fingers rolling the one left spit-slick in the cool air.

I could get used to this, Heather thought.