I want Jenna’s tits first*

Jenna gets me all set up and launches the apps. “Let’s start with pictures,” she says. She drops to her knees. “I’ve been thinking about this dick since you walked through the door. I want to see it—I want to taste it.” She looks up at me. “You take pictures.”

“OK,” I grin, “but first—” I pull her back to her feet. “I’ve been thinking about these tits since I walked through the door. I need a few minutes to enjoy them.”

“I can’t dislike that,” Jenna responds with a grin. “You can test the video when I suck your dick. Take my titties, stud. I love having them played with.”

I pull down one of Jenna’s cups and pinch her dusky-pink nipple. She moans softly in pleasure.

I fondle and caress her, enjoying the feeling of her supple titflesh filling my hand.

“Mmmmm,” Jenna purrs. “Your hand feels good . . . I love a man who loves my girls . . . Yeah, baby, just like that, squeeze me just like that. Fuck it’s been too long . . .”

I remember to touch the screen a few times, hoping I actually hit the button. I pause and look down to check. Jenna groans when my hand stops moving. The phone shows several good photos. I show them to her. She says throatily, “Now we know it’s working, switch to video so you don’t have to stop. I like what you’re doing, and I want more. I don’t want a photoshoot, I want to fuck.”

“Your command is my wish, sexy girl,” I tell her. I switch the app to video and lay my phone aside. I fish her other tit out of her bra. I cup its soft, firm weight in my hand. I tease its little pink crown with a finger. Jenna moans louder and strokes my hand.

“Suckle me, baby,” Jenna pleads. “Suck my titties. I want to feel your mouth on my body . . .”

I don’t need to be asked twice. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize I won’t get good pictures from this, but who cares? I fill my mouth with sweet, springy breast. I suck gently and caress her soft skin with my tongue. I pull and twist the other nipple. I switch sides and suckle her hard. Jenna strokes the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair.

“Mmmmm, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, more, more, more, more,” Jenna moans. “You like those titties, baby?” My hum of pleasure answers her. “Fuck your mouth feels good—you know how to eat tit, stud. If you eat pussy like you eat tit . . . fuuuuuck.” I make an affirmative noise, but I don’t know if she registers it.

I spend a while devouring her sweet mounds before Jenna pulls away and drops to her knees. “I need to see this cock,” she purrs. “It’s been too long since I had a nice, fat cock in my mouth. I need to taste you.”