I have a titty break

Cristiana collapses forward and slides off my dick. She rolls over onto her back. “I need—a minute,” she pants. “You made me cum—so—fucking—hard . . . need to recover . . . sorry you—haven’t cum yet . . .”

“Don’t be,” I purr. “It just means I get to pound that pussy some more . . . and in the meantime, I can address a little problem.” Cristiana blinks at me as I move toward her on all fours. “I haven’t had the chance to suck those sweet peaches yet.” I palm one, rubbing its stiff coppery point along the head line and the fate line and squeezing it gently. I delicately lick the other coppery peg; I swirl my tongue around it, exploring its contours. Then I try to fit the entire boob in my mouth. I think I manage it—I certainly come close. I suck on her firm, supple tit and caress its satiny skin with a broad, flat tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck . . .” Cristiana breathes. “This isn’t really—recovering . . .”

I open my mouth and let her breast fall out. I feather its quivering tip with the tip of my tongue, then ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Cristiana says quickly. “I’m not complaining . . .”

“Good,” I say. I pull and twist the dry nipple; she mewls. I capture that nipple with my lips and suckle it hard and fast. I pinch the other one, popping its rubbery slickness out of my fingers, then pinch it again.

“Fuck you make me so horny,” Cristiana moans. “You hammered my little pussy so good, now what you’re doing to my puppies . . . they’ve never been this sensitive before . . . I swear, it’s going right to my pussy . . .”

“Oh?” I say. “Then this should feel really good.” I circle her clit with three fingers, circling them around it, then rubbing it up and down. She starts whimpering. I squeeze her clit lightly as I rub it, and she whimpers louder.

“Ohhhhhh, baby, baby, hot rod, hot fuck, you’re playing my body like a fucking violin,” Cristiana breathes. “You’re a fucking maestro, I’m your fucking instrument, you’re making my body sing . . . your hands, your mouth, you’re playing me so fucking well—playing me like you’ve mastered me, like you own me . . . never felt so high, never felt so owned, never felt so cherished . . .”

I push two fingers into Cristiana’s flowing box and find her G-spot again. I bring my thumb up to rub her clit, pinch one nipple hard, and suck hard on the other. She howls like a wild thing and bucks her hips as an orgasm fires outward from her sensitive button. She writhes and twists, but I keep her sex in the palm of my hand and feed hungrily on her juicy tit as she cums like a conflagration.