I squeezed him in my Big tits, egged him on to get him pumping while I worked my melons and squeezed them together just right to make him groan. I’m a regular titalicious powerhouse and I don’t need a man to have his own free will, I just want him lost to the cause of cumming all over these weighty jugs. That’s when he came the first time, shot a thick load. Masked me in care, a warm hug cascading down my body, a big gulp of life down my throat from what I caught in my open mouth. Thing is, that’s not enough for me, which is why I’d already given him a nice, pretty blue pill. I continued my Big titty fucking conquest despite his clear desire for me to slow, in fact I got a little faster. It made me feel powerful, it made him feel overwhelmed, and within a few short moments I had him panting and struggling. This was my first waver, not mental, my convictions are strong, my body wavered. It shook, tempting me to keep going until he was dry. I knew I would have to listen to its call with a big dick like this. I gasped in the moment, lapping up what little cum was left on my tits mid buck, swiping my tongue along his tip in the process while I squeezed him nice and proud. His retort was to reach down and squish them, and I knew from the look on his face that my tantalizingly soft tits had caught him damn well and made him feel lost in luxury. Pumping at my breasts, watching me look him in the eyes while my tongue roved, every thrust making them a little more slippery while I grinded him. I knew he was about to cum again already, and that had me as angry as I was proud of myself for my professional Big Tits phone sex performance.
