After that, I gave him a boob job—or whatever he liked to call it in that husky voice of his.
I leaned in close, letting the warmth of his cock press between the soft mounds of my breasts. The moment his shaft nestled between them, I squeezed my tits together slowly, enclosing him with a snug, pillowy tightness that made his breath catch in his throat.
His reaction was immediate. I could feel the tension in his thighs as he started instinctively thrusting upward, trying to push himself deeper between the folds of my chest. His hips bucked softly at first, but with each subtle grind, the need in his eyes grew more desperate.
The tip of his cock began peeking out from the top of my cleavage. It was slick, swollen, and flushed red. A thick droplet of pre-cum welled up at the tip, glistening in the low light like dew on a ripe fruit. It oozed out slowly, dripping down the crown and disappearing between the warmth of my breasts.
