The Affair Continues - Tit Fuck Chapter 2

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But when he started tugging at the waistband of her leggings, she suddenly tensed.
“Wait…” she whispered, breaking the kiss and pulling back just enough to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen. “I’m not ready to fuck tonight. I can’t… not yet.”
Guilt and desire warred in her eyes. She knew she was already pushing every boundary she had.

She wanted to make him happy and keep their secret relationship going.

“But…” Her voice dropped, shy and embarrassed. “You can touch me.”
She took his hands in hers and slowly guided them upward. With a shaky breath, she lifted the hem of her cropped aerobics tank top, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. Her heavy, full breasts spilled free into the cool air of the apartment, swaying heavily with the movement. They were warm, slightly flushed from arousal, the wide dark areolas tight and puckered, thick nipples already stiff and begging for attention.
She leaned back slightly, offering herself to him.
“You can feel them,” she whispered, voice trembling with nervousness and excitement. “Just… my tits tonight. Okay?”

There was a long silence.

He couldn’t stop staring.
“Wow!…” he breathed, voice thick with awe. “They look so much bigger naked. In class they were always bouncing in that tight top, but like this? … they’re huge.”
He reached down and lifted them, feeling their substantial weight in his palms. The visual was filthy and mesmerizing — her married tits, the same ones he used to obsess over during cardio classes, now hanging nude in front of him.

She blushed deeply at his words, a fresh wave of embarrassed arousal flooding through her. She squeezed her breasts together then released.

“They’ll feel bigger like this too, don’t they?” she whispered, voice shy but eager to please him. “No sports bra… nothing holding them back.”

His hands immediately cupped the soft, heavy globes. A soft, needy moan escaped her as his palms made contact — warm, strong hands lifting and squeezing the supple weight of her married breasts. He kneaded them slowly, reverently, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh as he lifted and let them settle again, feeling their full, natural heaviness.
She bit her lip, eyes half-closed, as he explored them. His thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples, circling and gently pinching, sending sparks straight down to her soaked pussy. Her back arched instinctively, pressing her chest more firmly into his hands.
This is so wrong, she thought, shame burning through her even as pleasure bloomed. I told him I can’t stay… I told him I’m not ready to fuck… and now I’m letting him play with my tits like this while my husband sleeps at home. But I need him in my life - I want to make him happy.
But she didn’t stop him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck again and pulled him into another deep, passionate kiss, moaning softly into his mouth as he continued fondling and massaging her bare breasts — squeezing, lifting, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers while she trembled with need on the couch.

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