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Breasts can be a handfull

Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: obi_malluda, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

once my pussy had adjusted a little. I pulled my thong off for comfort and quickened the pace. I could feel an orgasm coming and let the waves of pleasure build within me and wash over me. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and tilted my head back, closing my eyes and giving myself over to the pleasure inside me. I felt my orgasm cascading, an overpowering sensation that made me shake repeatedly and loudly moan over and over again. I think my orgasm set him off, because he started to thrust upwards into me. "Don't cum inside me," I was able to say, though my body wanted to be fucked longer. His thrusting cock was now pounding into me. He was giving me his full length over and over. Suddenly he ordered, "Get up, quickly". I got up as quickly as I could and he was sitting and his hand pumping his cock. It looked ready to go, the head red and shinning with my juices. His face screwed up and he exploded his cum over my stomach, the cum was mixing with the white of my milk. His ejaculations spurted over my midriff and some reached my chest. Finally he was done and he squeezed the last few drops from his cock. I lay there breathless and with disbelief at what I had allowed to happen. He got up leaving me stood there, naked and drenched with sperm and milk. As the pleasure began to ease from my body, the magnitude of what had just happened began to hit me. Wiping the floor with my shirt, I looked up and said, "Oh Mr. Bishop... what did we just do?" His response was to ... let out a soft laugh that conveyed pleasure and relaxation. I said, "This was so wrong, Mr. Bishop... I said we shouldn’t." He laughed again, and said, "True. But I hate to say this, from my point of view, I think you instigated everything." I thought about what he said and realized he was sort of right. "You are right... I did... more than I thought I did." We sat there in silence for a little bit. "Well, your breasts aren't going to hurt now, are they? I mean, they don't hurt now, do they?" He had a point and I had to agree with him. They actually felt almost normal. "True, very true." Still a little dazed. "And besides... you got a great orgasm out of it, too." "I know, but... this was wrong, Mr. Bishop, I‘m not gonna agree to everything now." But I knew he was right, so very right. I didn't want to admit it, but it was probably one of the best orgasms I had in a long time. "You'd better go," I said quietly, and he did. I struggled to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the shower and began to wash my tits, the foam of the soap taking away the remains of my sexual encounter. The good news was that when massaging soap onto my breasts, they didn’t hurt. However Mr. Bishop had done such a great job of draining me that I had nothing left to offer baby when he woke, but he happily took the formula milk instead. I went to bed for the first time that night with my breasts not in agony. Still, they were beginning to fill back up, and I hoped that ...