We shouldn't be doing this," she whispers between moans as he presses his lips to her throat, over and over again. She can feel him smile against her skin.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he says coyly between kisses. He knows she won't. They'd both been wanting this for so long. His kisses trail down her neck, collarbone, finding their way to start of her clevage. She always wore lowcut tops, even if it was just a t-shirt.

To be fair, almost any top she wore that was not a turtle neck would inevitably show off her chest--that's just what happened when your tits were that big.

Her only reply is a sharp intake of air, the gentle touch of his lips to the top of her breasts stealing any words she may have formed.

Instead she pushes her body closer to his, leaving one of his hand braced against the wall behind her and guiding the other to cup her breast, eager for him to massage.

He can feel her nipple through her shirt, hard against his palm. He lifts his mouth from her skin to whisper in her ear: "I want to suck on your tits so badly right now." As the words leave his mouth, he tighten his grip on her tit, drawing out yet another small moan of pleasure.

No, not just pleasure--want. Need.

"Fuck yes," she says under her breath, pulling her body away from his only to pull her shirt above her head.

He takes a moment to take in the sight of her full tits, spilling from the top her bra, nipples practically already exposed.

They move backward together, she nearly pushes him down to the bed and wastes no time straddling his lap. He's sitting up, her tits directly in his face. She takes her bra off letting the straps fall from her shoulder, her tits bouncing as they're set free. He burries his face in them.

Her pelvis pushes down against his crotch. She can feel her wetness soaking through her panties, his firm cock pushing against her pussy. They were both still wearing too many clothes. She needed to be as close to him as possible.

As his tongue circles her nipples, she reaches for his pants, pulling them past his thighs. Pushing against the thin fabric of his boxer shorts is that cock she felt against her only moments before.

He sucks her nipple, hard, grazing it with teeth. While one hand twisted and squeezed her nipple, the other found its way under skirt, grabbing her ass. That was enough, no more waiting.

She pulls away from him, tits bouncing as his mouth and hand release them. Sinking to her knees, pulling off those shorts, she stares hungerly at the delicious dick in front of her.

Her eyes find their way up to his. "Can I?" She purrs.

"Can you what?" He smirks.

"Can I please suck your dick?" She replies.

"Please do."

And she does. Her hand wraps around the base of his cock; she can feel it tense at her touch somehow getting even harder.

Her gaze does not break from his as she slowly lowers her mouth around his dick. He takes in a tight breath, his thighs tensing as she takes more into her mouth, inch by inch.

It is she who moans first as she works his cock with her mouth, her lips, her tongue. Soon his own moans join hers, mixing together in a harmony of pleasure.

His hands find her tits once more, feeling them slap against his palms as she increases her pace, Head bobbing up and down, up and down. Every time her head lowers, he can feel his dick push a little farther down her tight, warm throat.

Her thighs were wet as she worked, her pussy practically dripping, her clit pulsing with desire. How much longer could she give him head before giving in completely, moving his cock from her mouth to her pussy?

"Fuck, that's good," he cursed, squeezing her tits. "God, I can't wait to fuck you."

She took that as her cue. "Then don't", she panted. No sooner had she released his shaft than she slipped off her skirt and out of her panties.

She was completely nude now, her supple body presented just to him, moving toward him, crawling on top of him and grinding against him, the saliva on his cock mixing with the juices from her pussy.

He could say nothing, only joining her in moaning, moving his own hips to match her rhythym. This was almost unbearable

"Please just fuck me already!" He finally managed to get out.

This time there was no pause, no sultry delay. Her hand found his dick, slick and warm and ready. Positioning the tip of dick against her waiting pussy, she locked eyes with him as she slowly lowered herself down. Her eyes did not, could not, stay open for long as she felt his thick cock sink into her. A gasp escaped her once she had finally taken him all in.

He began to thrust. As he fucked her, slow and steady at first, she brought her fingers to her clit. Immediately the ecstacy intensified, eliciting a scream from her mouth. "Fuck!"

Her fingers worked quicker; his hips worked harder. What started out as her riding his cock quickly became him fucking her pussy, his fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her down. He wasnt going to let her go anywhere.

"Yes!" She shouted as he groaned. "Oh, yes, fuck me harder!"

He decided to oblige, pulling out of her just long enough to flip her onto her back and grab her by the thighs. He lifted her legs as she spread them wide for him. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of her beautiful pussy, dripping, glistening, just for him.

But every moment spent outside of that pussy was agony. This time he positioned his cock himself. He didnt need to take it slow this time--she was ready.