Play with the maid's tits
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You move your finger along the bustline of her maid dress, sliding it inside the considerable gap between her left and right breast. | You move your finger along the bustline of her maid dress, sliding it inside the considerable gap between her left and right breast. | ||
| - | "Let me play with these before you start work, and I'll pretend this never happened" | + | "Let me play with these before you start work, and I'll pretend this never happened." |
| - | "Of course John, whatever you want | + | "Of course, John, whatever you want," the maid replies, undoing the drawstring in the back, letting her tits pop out freely. You're amazed how perky they are despite their large size, but then again, you've never seen or held boobs before, so this is a brand new experience. Her nipples catch your eyes, small but erect and bright pink. You start with those, pinching them between your thumb and middle fingers and twisting them around. The maid moans loudly and unabashedly. You can tell she likes this. Still holding them the same way, you push them together and than bury your face between them, loving the soft delicate touch of her skin. You feel her soft, gloved hand rub through your hair. |
| - | "Enjoying yourself John?" | + | "Enjoying yourself, John?" |
You simply nod between her tits, not wanting to leave this place to reply. | You simply nod between her tits, not wanting to leave this place to reply. | ||
| - | " | + | "Then I know you'll enjoy this." She gingerly pulls your head back and than gets down on her knees. She undoes your pants and pulls your dick out. The feeling of a soft leather glove on it excites you, but that pales in comparison to when she wraps it between her breasts and rubs it with them. This beats your own hand any day. Each time your cock comes up towards her face, she takes the head in her mouth to lick it and give it some old-fashioned lubrication. |
You watch her, mesmerized by her sexual skill and sheer beauty. She returns her stare, her eyes filled with desire. | You watch her, mesmerized by her sexual skill and sheer beauty. She returns her stare, her eyes filled with desire. | ||
| - | "John, I wish you would cum all over these tits!" she blurts out. Before you know it, you feel an orgasm rip through you | + | "John, I wish you would cum all over these tits!" she blurts out. Before you know it, you feel an orgasm rip through you and thick streams of hot cum spew out all over her impressive chest. |
You're understandably confused. You know she doesn't have the coin in her hands; they're still holding her boobs. How did that happen? | You're understandably confused. You know she doesn't have the coin in her hands; they're still holding her boobs. How did that happen? | ||
Current revision as of 15:04, 6 November 2013
You move your finger along the bustline of her maid dress, sliding it inside the considerable gap between her left and right breast.
"Let me play with these before you start work, and I'll pretend this never happened."
"Of course, John, whatever you want," the maid replies, undoing the drawstring in the back, letting her tits pop out freely. You're amazed how perky they are despite their large size, but then again, you've never seen or held boobs before, so this is a brand new experience. Her nipples catch your eyes, small but erect and bright pink. You start with those, pinching them between your thumb and middle fingers and twisting them around. The maid moans loudly and unabashedly. You can tell she likes this. Still holding them the same way, you push them together and than bury your face between them, loving the soft delicate touch of her skin. You feel her soft, gloved hand rub through your hair.
"Enjoying yourself, John?"
You simply nod between her tits, not wanting to leave this place to reply.
"Then I know you'll enjoy this." She gingerly pulls your head back and than gets down on her knees. She undoes your pants and pulls your dick out. The feeling of a soft leather glove on it excites you, but that pales in comparison to when she wraps it between her breasts and rubs it with them. This beats your own hand any day. Each time your cock comes up towards her face, she takes the head in her mouth to lick it and give it some old-fashioned lubrication.
You watch her, mesmerized by her sexual skill and sheer beauty. She returns her stare, her eyes filled with desire.
"John, I wish you would cum all over these tits!" she blurts out. Before you know it, you feel an orgasm rip through you and thick streams of hot cum spew out all over her impressive chest.
You're understandably confused. You know she doesn't have the coin in her hands; they're still holding her boobs. How did that happen?
| Name | John (A Big Jock) |
| Sex | Male |
| Location | Bedroom |
