Zoey's Ride 3 - Boat with an Engine

"Damn, already?" you comment surprised, seated in her lap with your hands on her broad shoulders.

"Babe, the worst day of my life wouldn't keep me from popping a boner for you." she states with a grin and reaches for your jacket's zipper.

"That is... oddly sweet." you admit and let her unzip the jacket.

"And so are these." Zoey smirks and opens the front, exposing your very low-cut top to her. You cringe for a second at the thought of her dad having first met you like this, but eh, too late now.

"Heh, I mean I guess." you downplay her compliment but at the same time, you give them a little push up by pushing your elbows together. While admittedly well-shaped, they're Cs at the end of the day. You'll likely never be super confident with them but Zoey has made her infatuation with them abundantly clear in the past - despite all the other - and bigger - pairs she's seen. She's quite the ego-boost, really.

Zoey's eyes stay locked on your cleavage as her hands travel up from your hips. She bites her lip when she cups your tits, giving a gentle squeeze. Come to think of it, for a boob-haver herself, her passion for tiddies is kinda odd. But not unwelcome in the god damn slightest. Without any prior warning, she proceeds to swiftly pull the front of your top down, far enough to for it to snap back below the cups of your bra. Even through her pants, you definitely felt her dick twitch.

"Woah, hey! We're outside, remember?" you point out, placing a hand on her chest.

"Pff, first of all: we're in fucking nowhere." retorts your girlfriend, actually looking up at your face for once. "And second: when'd that ever stop you, huh?"

"That's because you keep getting me into these situations, you ass!" you laugh and slap her shoulder.

"Weeeak excuuuse." Zoey drawls and slides a hand under your shirt. Then, she guides it around your torso and, surprisingly easily, just like that, unhooks your bra. Like, that was incredibly smooth. She doesn't even wear bras herself expect for sports bras and yet, that was INSTANT.

"Woa- damn." you murmur, genuinely impressed. She must've opened a LOT of bras before. This fucking fuckboy.

"Hehe, damn indeed." echoes the futa as she uses her other hand to swiftly free your breasts. "Damn indeed."

"Ugh, alright." you roll your eyes and give her a smirk. "Do what you have to do."

"Heh, fuck yeah." Zoey smiles, almost a little dumbly. Instead of cupping your now naked boobs though, she uses the hand on your back to abruptly push you forward. You let out a surprised yelp as you quickly support yourself on the backrest of the bench. Your boobs, meanwhile, are squished right against her face.

"Mmmph~" hums the hung horndog, clearly very satisfied with the situation she's put herself in.

"Heh, enjoy." you chuckle and move one hand to the back of her head. You proceed to caress her hair while she soft-motorboats your tits.

"Ghhd I lhv thth tith.." she mumbles, muffled by her boobily surroundings. It actually tickles a bit.

"I cannot hear shit, girl." you tell her but keep her where she is, gently combing her hair. It's a strange, sort of unfamiliar dynamic right now. She's typically the dominant one, leading the way, but now... Well, she's arguably still dominant but not... in control? Is that what being a power bottom feels like? Whoever of you two may resemble that right now...

While you're contemplating the intricacies of your not quite lesbian sex, Zoey eventually pulls back a little bit and a fleeting moment later, you feel a wet, eager mouth around your right nipple.

"Oh, oooh~" you gasp, slightly surprised. While certainly aroused, you actually had found quite the relaxation in the cuddling-like state you were just in. Well, there are certainly worse things to interrupt that than some good, passionate tit-sucking. Zoey moans contently as she goes to town on your nipple, sucking and licking, even nibbling a little here and there. You can't help but moan softly in return, and tighten the grip on her head. Pushed forward like this, you're not sitting your whole weight on her lap, but if you were, you'd definitely feel a huge erection underneath right now. Truth be told, if you had a dick, you'd probably be just as hard at this point.

Zoey eventually switches to the other nipple and while she's busy with that, both her hands go underneath your skirt to grope and fondle your cheeks. Clad in merely a small thong, there's plenty of skin for her to feel and squeeze. Damn, this might go off the rails and it may not even entirely be her fault alone.

After another minute or so, you finally need a breather and thus, you pull back a little, causing you to fully sit down on her lap again. She is rock hard down there. Both of you stare at each other for a moment, breathing heavily.

"Ronya." Zoey begins, the natural raspiness in her voice even more pronounced.

"Y-yes?"

"We need to fuck."

"Shit, you're right."