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And I’d love to let you find out. Yes, I would.

How about I take you to dinner, and afterwards you can have me for dessert?

Yes, I thought you’d be interested in that.

And finally, how… oh how… will it taste? That’s the part you ache to know. More salty, more sweet, more unctuous? Will you taste my sweat, smell my musk?

You need to know.

What does it feel like? The sensation of running your fingers tentatively over my glans. Will you feel a bead of precum? are there prominent veins that you'll trace with your fingers?

Imagining what it looks like. The thickness, how muscular it is. Does the head flare dramatically, or is it similar in size to the shaft? How big are my balls, how heavy and full of cum?

Yes, I can tell. The way your eyes drifted down to the bulge in my grey sweatpants. The way you briefly, surreptitiously, bit your lip. You’re thinking about it.

“God you’re a hot little thing, aren’t you,” I murmured as she leaned over and licked the remnants of my orgasm from off my spent dick.

“Yes,” she said with a smirk. “And you know it.”

I slowed my thrusts as the last bits of cum oozed from my tip. I leaned over to kiss her; she returned it passionately.

She sat up and I watched, mesmerized, as she swirled her fingers around in my cum and fed it to herself. Moaning happily as she sucked my release off her fingers.

“Fuck these titties with your big, strong cock,” she cooed. “I want to see that big purple head spurt all over me.”

I lost control. Thrusting hard, my cock erupted, firing blast after blast of hot semen onto her neck and chin and chest.

Her filthy words were pushing me over the edge; I could feel my balls tingling, couldn’t help thrusting faster. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…”

“Oh, that’s quite all right, my love,” she smiled. “I just want to watch you shoot your cum on my chest,” she said as I fucked her cleavage. “And then I want you to watch as I feed it to myself.

She looked up into my eyes. “I’m a hungry slut.”

I slid between the soft flesh and growled. It felt too fucking good. Her soft cleavage surrounding and trapping my cock. So fucking tight.

I began to move, to thrust back and forth. “Fuck, baby,” I moaned. “I’m not gonna last long between these big fucking jugs…”

She lay back on the bed, and reached for a container of lube, squirting some into her ample cleavage. Then pushing her breasts together with her hands, holding them there. Waiting for me. “Come fuck these big titties, baby,” she cooed.

I groaned as she began to stroke me, thrusting my hips slightly to meet the movements of her hand. Soon I was even harder, and she giggled as as she held up her hand. “Mmm, precum. Sexy,” she said as she licked the salty fluid. “That means this sexy dick is ready.”

I climbed onto the bed, my cock still rock hard, and went to mount her. But she gently pushed me away.

“No no, gorgeous man,” she said with a smile. “all your attention to my big tits made me just ache to have them fucked.” She spit on her hand and reached down to grasp my cock.

I toweled off and followed her into the bedroom. She’d lit more candles there, so the only light was the flickering candle light. She lay on the bed, her tits in her hands, her legs spread so I could just make out her glistening slit in the dim light.

That’s called “coyote ugly.”

Like how a coyote will gnaw off their own leg to escape a trap.