Finally, A SEX SCENE!! pt. 1

You throw her on the bed and throw yourself on top of her. You're too busy massaging her tongue to even close the door.

Afuckingweekwithoutmasturbating. Afuckingweekwithoutmasturbating. Afuckingweekwithoutmasturbating.

Eyes closed, you surrender to the moment: the sticky, noisy caresses between inexperienced lips, her steamy breath entering your lungs, the warm breasts squishing against your chest. You both moan into each other's mouths, exchanging vibrations. Her hands on your back and yours on her hips. Your breaths heaving and deepening more and more.

Words are unnecessary. You delicately take her legs and spread them, letting both bulges rub against each other. Movement of your hips. Your cock pressing against hers through your clothes sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. She moans, arches her back slightly and hugs you tighter. Her bulge grows larger and harder.

You pull away from her mouth, and your gazes lock. Hers is nervous, but at the same time, has a brief flash of lust.

Separating your crotches, you step back a little. Next target set. Slowly, you form a handful of black cloth, and pull it up, uncovering a pale, completely smooth, inviting abdomen, with a small artificial navel that is there for purely aesthetic purposes. She brings her hands close to her face, letting her gaze wander, breathing deeply, accepting your inspection of her exposed skin. Bringing your face close to her abdomen, you inhale her fragrance. Then, moving up, you gaze closely at those gigantic, fleshy, cloth-covered orbs. With your nose and lips you caress her roundness, barely touching it. A shiver runs through her. From the bottom you move up to the nipple, whose teasing figure is highlighted in the clothing. In a single movement, you raise her sweater, and are greeted, bouncing, by those huge tits you have so long desired.

The white jelly-like mounds jiggle heavily up and down, revealing how full of hot milk they are. A drop peeks out of a nipple.

No one, in your position, could have resisted.

Opening your mouth, your breath reaches her skin. A drop of drool falls and slides over her immense surface. Your tongue gives a long, lingering first lick to her nipple. The smell of your own saliva hits you. The drop of milk you now have in your mouth barely tastes, and your desperation drives you to engulf as much of her mammary as you can. She trembles and lets out a moan. The synthetic flesh molds to your oral cavity. Her hips rise against yours. Milk gushes out easily and abundantly.

It tastes a little different than what you're used to; being inside her tit for so long has made its taste and smell intensify in an exquisite way. It is not completely liquid; it has a subtle creamy texture, making it very succulent to swallow and hold in your mouth.

You suck obsessively. The nipple cries out, releasing the liquid you demand so much. Her other tit also releases, almost involuntarily, a few drops of milk that spread across your face, her body, and the bed.

2B is now a moaning mess that exhales heavily and squirms from side to side as your tooth troubles her nipple. You have reduced her to your personal cow; helpless as your tongue forces out all the hot substance she had jealously guarded for days. Flooding your mouth with delicious spurts, you swallow as fast as you can, without a break.

Your fingers dig into the aching fleshiness that your lips are on, and squeeze it. She screams and hugs your head, suffocating you in her hugeness. The gushes come out stronger than ever, and you have more milk than you can swallow. It leaks out of your mouth; it's too much. You love it. It's delicious, fucking delicious. With each suck you give, you rip a loud moan from her; yours are muffled.

With your other hand, you crush her other breast like a claw and move it circularly without mercy. She convulses beneath you, moving her hips involuntarily. It hurts you to waste milk, but you love to accommodate the orb to the will of your hand.

The milk doesn't diminish in quantity, but you want more anyway. You are not nearly satiated. As soon as you free your head from her arms, you lunge at her other breast. In one hard movement, tooth and tongue attack her nipple ruthlessly. She lets out a loud moan, presses your face harder, and trembles with the merciless movements of your mouth against her flesh.

But just when you're deep into those dreamy breasts, you are filled with a desperation to live. This stupid human body needs air and, before you even think about it, you instinctively pull your head back. You fill your lungs with oxygen. With milk still dripping from your mouth, you lick your lips while gasping.

She moans and takes shaky breaths. Her trembling arms hug her soaked breasts. Rivers of milk still flowing out. With her eyes closed, she very slowly returns from that world of pleasure. Her hard nipples have a reddish color, (one more than the other), and some marks from your teeth remain around them. You have desecrated the harmony of white and pink that you knew at the beginning.

Panting, she says:

"Wait... Wait a minute... Please..."

"Did you like it?" you ask, exhaling sharply.

"Y-yes, but..."

Before she can finish her answer, you catch her in a greedy kiss. She moans immediately.

After a few seconds, you step away from her and rise from the bed.

"There's more where that came from," you say, taking off your shirt.

She stares at you, unsure.

"Take this off," you say, pointing to her sweater with your gaze. She obeys, without much haste.

Then that beautiful torso is released in front of you completely, and this time, you can look without restriction.

You approach and kiss her again. Then, giving tender little hickeys, you move down her neck, collarbone, breast, nipple, abdomen, belly, navel, until you reach her skirt, where you take a close look at the throbbing bulge between her legs. You want to stop and lick every part of her body for hours, but you decide to save that for future occasions.

Lustfully, you give a prolonged kiss where you assume the tip is, and proceed to remove her skirt.

She leans on her elbows, carefully watching your movements.

But again, puts up no resistance.

Her underwear is visible, with her cock barely contained in it. It threatens to tear its wrapping if you don't release it quickly.

Your hands sink into the flesh of her thighs grasping the ends of her panties. You move back a little, fearful of the colossus you are about to unleash. Lifting your face, you ask her with your eyes. She, blushing, nods.

Expectantly, more skin is slowly revealed. Then, with a flop, your Doll's massive cock meets you. It's huge, the kind of size only seen in porn. Attached to a perfectly hairless crotch, it stands erect with majestic firmness and hardness. Her thick veins fill all too quickly with synthetic blood. Watching it throb as hard as it can is hypnotic. It has the same skin color as the entire body. The tip is reddish pink, with a foreskin that is not entirely pulled down. You think about how brave you were to give her that size, about the permanent damage it will leave in your holes, and the many ways there will be to **** and tame such a beast. She is not fully erect yet.

You remove her panties completely and drop them to the floor.

The balls do justice to the cock they accompany. The seed containers are more than ready to produce hot cum as well as possible. They look fucking heavy, and suckable; an appetizing sight, no doubt.

Underneath, covered and protected by the scrotum, is a small pink opening. It has a delicate fleshy texture that glistens from how wet it is. Its sweet smell barely reaches you. The vagina; definitely the first hole to use.

You can't quite appreciate her asshole from where you are, but you'll **** it eventually.

Without looking away from it, you take off your pants. You want to suck her, but as soon as you bring your head closer she pulls her hips back a little (and with that movement, the cock bounces beautifully).

Repressing that impulse, you meet her gaze; it's more of discomfort than desire. That needs to be corrected, you think.

You approach her. Your bulge rubs against the naked, moist flesh of her genitals.

She leans back and puts her hands on your chest, trying to stop you from coming any closer.

You take, in one smooth movement, her wrists. Your hands move them away from your chest to intertwine her fingers.

"Easy," you whisper, "I won't hurt you."

You kiss her gently on the lips.

Any words she might have uttered died in a nervous exhalation.

She kisses you back, closing her eyes.

You take the opportunity to remove your underwear, letting your cock rest next to hers.

And both palpitations join like two connected hearts.