Tell her to titfuck me

I reach down to touch Scarlett on the face and say, “That feels wonderful, baby girl, but I want you to use your tits, too. I want to feel your big sexy titties wrapped around my cock.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison!” she says eagerly. Scarlett spits on my glans and wanks me a few times to add lubrication, then takes one succulent breast in each hand and sandwiches my prick between them. She gives me a sultry look and begins sliding her ample curves up and down my shaft. “I love your big cock, Mr. Harrison,” she purrs. “After all that time practicing on boy cocks, I finally get a big thick beautiful man cock.” Her eyes sparkle with lust at my groan. “Do you like that, Mr. Harrison? Do you like having your daughter’s friend down on her knees worshiping your cock? Do you like having her big soft boobies wrapped around your fuckstick?”

Scarlett varies her speed as she tit-fucks me; sometimes she stops moving up and down and rubs her firm globes against each other. “You like my big boobies, Mr. Harrison?” she coos. “You think they’re sexy? Mmmmm, you like them fucking your man-meat, don’t you? I love feeling it between my boobs, Mr. Harrison—it feels so thick and hard and alive. I can feel it pulsing and throbbing and growing, like it wants to own my big boobies and pump my slutty little teen pussy full of nice hot cum. It’s so fucking sexy . . .”

“So are you, baby girl,” I groan. “You’re an insanely hot little minx—and your tits feel like heaven around my dick.” Her eyes glow at my words.

When the friction becomes a little too much, Scarlett abruptly deepthroats me. I gasp and arch my back at the bolt of pleasure this sends shooting down my nerves. She comes back up trailing her impossibly long tongue down my shaft, then deepthroats me again and swallows. She coils her tongue around my prick as she lifts her head a second time; this time she pulls all the way off, leaving my shaft glistening wet. She wraps her sweet girls back around my rod and resumes pumping me. Each time my cock peeks out of its soft, warm cocoon, she gives it a quick lick. I moan, and she smiles. “Am I being a good girl for you, Mr. Harrison, letting you use my boobies like a good little slut?” she purrs. “Do my big firm boobies make your big cock happy? Ohhhh, Mr. Harrison, it’s such a fucking beautiful cock—all thick, and veiny, and powerful, and hard . . .” She deepthroats me once more, only this time she spends some time working my prick with her throat muscles before pulling off and going back to rubbing her breasts all over it.

I reach down to her breasts and grab their eager pink tips, pulling and twisting them as she wanks me. “Fuuuuuck, Mr. Harrison, pinch my nipples,” Scarlett moans. “Own my big nipples . . . own my big titties . . . use your baby girl . . . use her body . . . make her your naughty little slut . . .” Suddenly, to my astonishment, she throws her head back and lets out a long, high, ululating cry; her body goes rigid and starts to tremble. She actually came from tit-fucking me! Fuck, this girl is worked up.

When the fever passes, Scarlett locks her mouth around my knob and sucks hard, then starts rubbing her tits back and forth and all around on my shaft. I can feel my balls about to blow. “I’m close,” I grunt. She nods around my cockhead and looks up at me with doe eyes. I grab handfuls of tit and squeeze, then blow in her mouth as my orgasm burns through me like a forest fire. She guzzles my cum eagerly, and manages to swallow most of it; only a little bit trickles out the corners of her mouth.

“I love making a man cum in my mouth,” Scarlett purrs smugly. “Especially when he tastes as good as you do. Yum.”