Lots of tit play

“Are you sure you don't mind me telling you what I want?” you ask. Sarah looks down at her soft breasts and raises an eyebrow.

“Pretty sure you won't freak me out,” she tells you, putting her hand into the space between her tits. She shakes them so each breast is bouncing against her hand.

“I want to just play with your tits. Do whatever I want whenever I want,” you tell her, and the ideas come flooding into your head. “I may want to pull one out and suck on it while I watch TV.” Sarah's eyes focus on yours as you slowly relay your fantasy. She slowly massages her left breast, plucking at her nipple. She nods, an encouragement to continue, and you swallow, emboldened by both her explicit encouragement and handling of her heavy breast.

“I want to hold them from behind in the mirror and watch them flop around,” you say and Sarah sighs as she continues manipulating her hard nipple. “Just bouncing them while you see your big boobs loose and swinging in the mirror,” you continue, feeling yourself harden immediately. Sarah lets her left breast settle, gently picking up her right breast and working on her nipple in the same way.

“I'm going to lay them out on the table,” you tell her, and it dawns on you only after you say it that its an order, not a request. “They'll spill out in front of you, and I'll be sure I'll put something on my new plate to eat. I'll make sure you get something too,” you tell her. Sarah grips her big right breast in both hands and shakes it.

“You are a dirty fuck,” Sarah whispers. She lets her big tit drop. “At least I hope so,” she adds. “Anything else you want do do with my titmeat, baby?”

“Tons,” you tell her. “Of course, I've always wanted to fuck a pair as big as yours,” you tell her. Sarah grins and nods. “I bet my cock will just disappear in that valley,” you add.

“It holds a lot of cum, too,” she says, her eyes flashing and her smile spreading further across her face. Your eyes drift to her cleavage, and you are tempted immediately to push her on the bed and take her big jugs into your hands.

She standsm and lets her breasts bounce in front of you. She stands on her toes and lightly nips at your left earlobe. Her breasts compress against you. You groan as you feel them flattening, sighing as you feel her nipples. “I'm not scared,” she promises. “I think your fantasies are hot. And I hope it's a hallmark of our relationship that you'll take my fantasies just as seriously as I'm going to take these. I'm not saying yes,” she adds. “But I won't say no until I've thought about it like you,” she says, and you lean forward to kiss her.

“Like me?” you ask, suddenly seeming to hear what you said. Her hand brushes your crotch.

“Long and hard,” she teases. “Now get my bra. And read the label before you shove my soft tits into it.” You bring the soft garment over. Turning over the label, you do a double take. 32HH. “I'll get it started,” she tells you. She pulls the bra on and clasps it on her soft stomach. Her arms simply push her big breasts out of the way, and she is shaking and jiggling. It's both erotic and mundane. Sarah's face is one of absolute practice. She looks completely natural with her heavy breasts sliding over her arms for a moment and as she pulls the cups up below her breasts, she glances down at her tits. She looks up at you and gives you a faint smile. For some reason, instead of putting her breasts into the bra you gently push her down onto the bed. She sits with a plop, and her tits quiver dangling over the tip of the bra cup gently.

“What are you... oh,” she says as you lean over and pull her left breast to your mouth. “John, they're going to wonder what we're doing,” she says. Her hand finds your head and pulls it to her tit. You smile around the bountiful titmeat and slurp heavily on her nipple. “Oh, wow,” Sarah says. Your eyes catch Sara hefting her right tit, letting the tip of her boob fall over her small hand. “John....” she pleads, and you reluctantly pull away. Her eyes find yours and she stands quickly to kiss you. As you both share a long kiss, you pull up the bra, and as carefully as you can shove your friend's right tit into it. Sarah groans as her nipple catches the top of the cup, bending up before the bulk of her breast falls in. She watches her breast slide in, and gives you a slight hand as your hand becomes less helpful and more hungry. You hold her left tit for her as she lifts the bra, and she shows you how she moves it. She slides the straps up her arm, and she smiles.

“Maybe one day, I'll let you pick out my ensemble. But you are so fucking hard right now I imagine I'd wear a white sheet to a water park.” Sarah slides on a v-neck, and gives you a healthy look. You open the door for her and head down to the kitchen where you find Beth and Emily waiting on you.

“I hope you two fuck buddies like Mexican,” Beth says, though she's almost giggling. “We're going out.”