Describe or partake - Sarah's choice

I slipped the t-shirt over her head and before I spoke, I feasted on what was in front of my eyes. She was wearing the shearest of bras. It was so low cut that her nipples were barely covered. I took a deep breath and leaned close to her ear as I traced the part of her breast that bursted out above the partial cups. “Your breasts billow out in perfect symmetry,” I whispered. “The tissue is soft, but thick and sits high on your chest. Each breast is easily more than I can gather in one hand. It is amazing to watch this part rise and fall with each breath; barely quivering as it moves. I can see this through your clothes and it never fails to excite me.” I said.

"I am going to slip the straps of your bra off of your arms and lower the cups," I straddled you before doing this.

I simultaneously lowered the satin straps as Sarah pulled her arms from them. I lowered the cups and stared at the magnificent mounds, running my tongue over my lips. Our eyes locked, and I’m sure she saw my admiration, and I know she felt me hardening against her stomach as I looked down at her. There was obvious urgency in my voice when I spoke. “Sarah, do you want me to describe first or partake first? It will be difficult for me to talk with your tit in my mouth.” Sarah said she wanted to listen to me first. I reached around to unhook her bra. I tossed it aside and reached out to both of her breasts and groaned, “Oh god. You are so beautiful."

“They’re both so perfect, Sarah. They’re so round and large, with just the perfect amount of movement. When I thrust into you, they jerk and quiver with each plunge. I especially love to watch them swing and sway freely when you’re on your hands and knees. It turns me on so much to reach around and play with your breasts while I enter you from behind.” I saw her breathing quicken just from my spoken words. “Your skin is the color of ivory; accented perfectly by the large, dark pink areolas centered on each breast. A large, dark nub projects invitingly upward. When I stroke it, your nipple grows amazingly long and firm. I love to roll your nipples between my fingertips and watch you stretch like a cat as I cup your breast and pull your nipple to it’s maximum length.” I began to demonstrate what I meant and watched as she reacted exactly as I had described. She stretched her arms above her head, pushing her breasts into my hands. Her pelvis began to rub against my groin and my growing hardness.

“Your nipples become unbelievably long.. They feel wonderful in my fingers, against my tongue, or as I pull them through my teeth! You know how wonderful they feel, don’t you Sarah? You like stimulating and feeling them, too. Someday I’m going to have you watch as I enjoy your breasts. Would you like that, Sarah?” I asked in a gravelly voice.

Sarah undulated more rapidly and intentionally. “Yes, oh yes,” she moaned. “Sarah, PLASE let me take your breast into my mouth. I’m aching to pleasure them with my mouth and tongue. I want to take as much of your firmness into my mouth as I can, while cupping and rubbing the part that won’t fit in my mouth. I love how you offer your breasts to me. You never hurry me to stop suckling even when I know your nipples are firey red from my stimulation.”