The Affair Begins Part 9

[Ma****]

The aerobics instructor knelt before him, pressing her heavy, full breasts tightly together around his thick cock. The physical sensations were intense and overwhelming for both of them.
For her:
The weight of her own breasts felt even heavier as she squeezed them firmly around his shaft, the soft, pillowy flesh molding and conforming perfectly to his thickness. His cock was scorching hot against her skin — a burning, rigid presence nestled deep in her warm cleavage. Every slow stroke created delicious friction; the veiny underside of his shaft dragged along the sensitive inner curves of her tits, while her stiff nipples rubbed against the sides of his cock, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight down to her dripping pussy.
The slickness made everything feel obscene and smooth. Her saliva and his precum created a warm, slippery mess that allowed his cock to glide effortlessly between her breasts, producing constant wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds. She could feel every throb and twitch of his erection as it pulsed against her soft skin. The head of his cock would nudge against her sternum and the top of her cleavage with every upward stroke, leaving sticky trails of precum on her chest.
Her pussy was aching. Every movement of her tits around him made her inner walls flutter and clench, fresh wetness soaking through her leggings. The heavy, jiggling sensation of her own breasts being used this way felt strangely intimate and degrading at the same time — a constant reminder of how exposed and surrendered she was.
For him:
The sensation was heavenly. Her tits were incredibly soft, warm, and heavy, enveloping his cock in perfect, yielding pressure. The plush flesh squeezed him from all sides, creating a tight, silky tunnel that stroked every inch of his shaft. He could feel the contrast between the velvety smoothness of her skin and the occasional firm drag of her hard nipples against his cock.
The visual combined with the physical feeling was almost too much — watching his thick cock disappear into the deep valley of her married tits, then reappear slick and shiny at the top, only to be swallowed again. The warmth of her body heat, the wetness, the way her breasts jiggled and slapped softly together with every stroke… it was pure ecstasy.
She looked up at him, breathing hard, voice shaky with arousal:
“Does it feel good?” she moaned softly, continuing the slow, devoted rhythm. “Fucking my tits like this?”
She squeezed them even tighter around him and picked up the pace slightly, lost in the intense physical sensations of pleasuring him with her body while her own pussy throbbed with desperate, empty need.