Time to Fuck the Bandit Viscountess (I)

“You have no idea how long I’ve lusted over those tits of yours,” you say.

Somehow, you’ve already managed to pull your cock out, and you stroke it to the image of her torn leather breastplate hardly holding back her massive breasts, an ample amount of cleavage showing.

“You men are all pigs,” the Viscountess mutters, shooting you a dark look. “It’s no wonder that I ended up joining them…”

You, busy squatting low over the Viscountess and ripping off her armor, pay no attention to her potentially significant and plot-relevant words. Instead, you’ve got your hands fondling her nice tits, feeling the pliant fun-bags up, your turgid cock practically shaking in anticipation as it hovers over the massive valley between her twin mounds.

“I’m going to fuck your tits,” you announce.

“You have no imagination,” she mutters.

In goes your cock, between those tits, the soft flesh creating a tunnel akin to a pussy, but so different, so much rougher, and you practically scream from the burn as your cock thrusts into that unlubricated titflesh.

“Wet my cock, please,” you tell the Viscountess, and you push your cock into her open mouth. She sucks it, perhaps more aggressively than is warranted, but sucks it nevertheless, even spitting and jerking it a tad. You, meanwhile, have been rubbing her pussy, wetting your fingers on her slick juices, and then transferring the fluids into her intermammary cleft.

“That’s it,” you sigh as her tongue flicks over your manhood, and you pinch the nipples of her tits. She cries out in delight, and you realize that her nipples are stiff. You gently ram your cock down her throat for a couple seconds, listening to her gurgling, eyes wide in shock, and then your cock is well and truly lubricated, so you slide it out of her throat and then mouth and place it back in her massive cleavage.

“Please, they’re sensitive,” the Viscountess gasps as you pinch her nipples again.

You have mercy on her and begin to tit-fuck her instead. This time, the tunnel of titflesh is still rough, but it’s the kind of rough that you like. Kind of like good rough sex. Except you’re mauling her tits with your hands and thrusting your cock through her tits, and then pushing the tip into her mouth, but you know, same general idea.

You slide back and forth, the motion of your cock like a saw, and within minutes, those delightful J-cup breasts have you cumming all over her tits, thick spurts of semen coating her breasts and then her face in wide, white ropes.

“Enjoy this,” the Viscountess mutters. “You won’t get another chance.”