The Affair Continues - Tit Fuck Chapter 4

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The aerobics instructor knelt between his spread legs on the floor, her heart racing. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks, then slowly cupped her heavy breasts from the sides and lifted them.
“I’m not ready to fuck yet,” she whispered again, voice thick with nerves and arousal, “but… you can have these.”
She leaned forward and pressed her full, warm tits around his throbbing cock. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming.
His hard, scorching shaft nestled perfectly into the deep, soft valley of her cleavage. The skin of her breasts was silky-smooth and still slightly warm from her post-class sweat, contrasting with the burning heat of his erection. She squeezed her tits tighter together, enveloping him completely in plush, yielding flesh. The velvety softness of her breasts molded around every thick vein and ridge of his cock like they were made for this.

She began to move.

The visual was obscene.
His thick, veiny shaft disappeared completely between her plush tits, the swollen purple head poking between her tits. She leaned forward and let a thick, clear string of saliva drip from her lips onto his cock, watching it slowly run down the shaft and disappear into the warm valley of her breasts.

She was moving even more.

Wet, fleshy sounds immediately filled the room.
Schlick… schlick… schlick…
The soft, slick glide of her heavy tits stroking up and down his cock was loud and lewd. Each upward stroke made her full breasts jiggle and bounce heavily, the soft flesh rippling and slapping together with quiet, wet plap-plap sounds. His precum and her saliva from her spit mixed together, creating a slippery, glossy sheen that coated the inside of her cleavage and made every movement produce filthy, squelching noises.
Schluuuurp… schlick-schlick-schlick…
The head of his cock kept emerging from the top of her tits, slick and glistening, only to be swallowed again as she pressed her breasts tighter and slid them back down. Strings of mixed fluids stretched and broke with every stroke, dripping down onto her stomach and thighs. Her dark, stiff nipples dragged along the sides of his shaft, leaving faint trails in the wetness.

They both locked into an obscene tit fuck rhythm together.

She stared down at the lewd sight with glassy eyes, breathing heavily. Her heavy tits looked even bigger wrapped around his thick cock — soft, pillowy flesh squeezing and stroking him, jiggling hypnotically with every rhythmic movement. The visual of his veiny erection sliding between her married tits was almost too much.

“… look at that,” he groaned, unable to look away.
She bit her lip, watching too, squeezing her breasts even tighter around him and s***ding up slightly. The wet sounds grew louder and sloppier — constant, rhythmic schlick-schlick-schlick mixed with the soft fleshy slapping of her heavy breasts. Her cleavage was now shiny and messy, coated in a slick mixture of saliva spit and precum that made his cock glide even smoother between them.
She looked up at him again, flushed and embarrassed but unable to stop, her voice barely a whisper, moaning.