- Little Flows
- Little Flows – 2
- Little Flows – 3
“You have no idea,” I said seriously, already feeling the press of my erection threatening to burst through my jeans.
“So then…you’d do that for me? Right here? Right now?” She popped a third button looking at me as she said that.
Even after all this, I really hadn’t expected this. But I wasn’t about to tell her no either, not under the circumstances, and not after everything she’d just shared with me. Hell no! And especially as she popped yet another button, most of her still bra-clad breasts now fully revealed.
“In a New York minute!” I responded.
“Will it take that long?” She giggled.
“Not this time…no,” I honestly replied. I’d been single myself for a while now, so it had been a couple of months since I’d even been with another woman. Just getting a chance to finally see Dania’s beautiful breasts was more than enough incentive to fire one off between her tits, and not feel bad for doing so so quickly either.
Suddenly I watched as her hands came up and undid the final remaining buttons on her waitressing blouse. It soon opened, and I was treated to the magnificence of her full breasts straining against the white lacy bra she was wearing. She quickly looked around, though no one was even remotely near us as we sat there in the parking garage. Seconds later, she’d removed her blouse entirely, reaching back now behind herself, undoing her bra. It too fell away, revealing what I had already surmised as being a great looking pair of tits, which they were.
She was obviously a C cup. But it wasn’t the size of her breasts that intrigued me the most. I was and always have been a breast man myself. But that included tits in all shapes, and all sizes, not just big ones. I could be just as happy fondling and playing with a pair of hard nipples on a flat-chested woman as opposed to caressing an enormous pair of boobs. But the thing about Dania was, she had the best of both worlds.
Nice sized breasts yes…but incredible nipples too! Just sitting there admittedly staring at them, I noticed they were hard, long and thick. Protruding a good inch off the tips of her breasts, large puckered, crinkly aroused areolas, and dark tan in color. Her nipples were easily as thick as my thumb, which she herself then reached down to grasp, pinching them between her fingers, rolling them around as I sat there.
“Well? Good enough to incite you to cum on them for me?” she asked.
I nearly tore my pants off trying to free myself and get out of them. Almost as quickly as she’d removed her blouse and bra, I had managed to free my rock hard cock, proudly sticking straight up and out of my jeans as I sat there. Now it was her turn to look over and stare at me, just as I was still sitting there staring at her.
“Nice,” was all she said, through her eyes. I had never considered myself more than average, and according to all the statistics I’d ever read on the subject, I was…though somewhere on the better end of average if you wanted to see it that way. Obviously, she did. Though at the moment, I felt as though I was sporting a foot long hot-dog. “Would you mind terribly if I touched it myself for a while before you finish it off on me?” She asked.
“Be my guest,” I said excitedly, damn near cumming the moment she wrapped her hand around it and began working it slowly up and down.
“Feel free to play with my tits,” she added.
I think my hands were on them before she even got the last word out of her mouth. The feel of those rock hard nipples was incredible as I sat there palming them, rubbing them back and forth, and then rolling each of them between my fingers.
“You can play with them a bit harder than that,” she giggled pleasurably, now stroking my cock more firmly herself as I began doing so. “Just tell me when you’re getting close so I can sit back and actually watch you squirt on my tits,” she reminded me. Which I was glad she did, as like I said before, I was damn near ready to cum now just playing with her while she continued stroking my dick the way she was. But…I wasn’t about to disappoint her either. If she enjoyed watching it, as well as feeling it, I certainly wasn’t about to get all selfish on her at this point.
“Fuck babe…I’m nearly there now!” I warned her moments later.
Dania immediately let go, sitting back in her seat, cupping her own breasts within her hands waiting for me. “Whenever you’re ready,” she informed me as she sat there tweaking her nipples. “Cum all over them for me Max, sperm me up good, shoot your hot nasty fuck butter all over these titties, drench them for me baby, until it’s running down between them!”
Just hearing her say that, hearing her talk that way, the edge to the tone of her voice that had gotten even lustier than I’d ever heard her speak before. It was as they say…intoxicating, and added to my own level of arousal, which had suddenly shot off the scale.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna squirt, gonna shoot all over those beautiful big fat tits!”
“Yes! Yes! Squirt on them Max! Squirt on them, cream my tits, spunk my nipples, sperm my big fat tits!”
Luckily for me…and for her too perhaps, it had been several days since I’d even jerked off, not having found the time, nor having had the inclination to do so. As such, I knew without any doubt, this was going to be one hell of a copious load!