The Night He Worshipped My Tits
A younger guy from the gym asked "can I just... touch them?" I unbuttoned slowly, big tits spilling into his hands. "Worship, don't just touch," I said. He buried his face between them, licking, sucking, moaning like a man at church. My big body is a temple and he was the believer.
I fed him from my tits, described the milk-heavy weight, and rode his face until he came just from my breasts on his tongue. "Fat MILF's tits ruined you," I laughed, and he didn't disagree.
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He asked for a second session before he left. More of my stories here →
I'm so horny right now wishing you were the one on his knees — wish it was you.
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