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"They are so f*cking big!" "You love them! Tell me you love them!" Lisa groaned out, her butt slamming back against me as I f*cked her, my hands still digging into her big, smooth boobs. The infinite softness of her massive rack was an addiction. I could spend the rest of my life squeezing those big boobs and it wouldn't be enough. "I love them..." I relented. "I love these huge f*cking bre*sts! They are...yes... they' are f*cking incredible. The best f*cking bre*sts I have ever seen."

Justin rumbled deeply. As she unclipped her bra, her breasts surged forward without any real sag. She pulled it off assuredly knowing that her boobs were possibly her best features, large and plump and creamy-skinned with high and relatively small red nipples. Within seconds she had taken off her thong and stood hands on hips ready for Justin's inspection. "Is my body OK?" she asked, Justin stood and walked around her awkwardly, carefully studying her beautiful figure. "Are those breasts real? They seem too good to be true," he said incredulously.

And I’ll be real with you. The doctor did a really good job on her boobs. Like, no lie. I was standing there watching this grown woman sob and spiral and beg for sex, and I still had the mental capacity to think, Damn. Those are symmetrical. Not jiggly in a weird way. No side dents. Just two full, bouncy, silicone-packed offerings right there in the room. But still. What the actual fuck.

apologizing to her. Sara unties her robe and opens the fabric up, revealing herself. "It's okay, I enjoyed them. Plus, I'm single now, so I need all the toys I can get." Sara's breasts are exposed and are parted naturally. Her petite upper frame revealing a respectable B cup breast. Her thick thighs are hiding her most intimate parts, but she looks amazing. "How did you know it was me?" I ask.

"I guess you could call this Tit for Tat, yeah? Cause I got a feel, now you get a feel." "Wait, what?" John asked dumbly. Sarah pulled up her shirt, fully revealing her tits for the first time to the room. She really did have some amazing tits - they were full and big enough that they kind of hung wide, her perky pink nipples capping their bouncy weight. She was a girl built for fucking, including her tits. And Sarah put them to work, pulling John's face to her chest and smothering him in boobs and then shaking them back and forth.

“Go on.” He hesitated, as if nervous, then exhaled. “You remember when I said I wanted Sarah to get a boob job? Well, we’ve actually talked about it a few times, and she always says how good yours looks.” He rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to be sheepish. “She’s thinking of a D-cup. What size are you?” Emma blinked at the sudden shift in conversation. “Oh, cool! I’m a D. 34D.”

If I could astro project out of my body, my astro form would have mistaken me for a kid caught in a grand illusion, or someone caught in a trance, a hypnosis. Sara seemed so surreal, her breasts— very large, with perky nipples came tumbling out of her red bra like a prisoners released from concentration camps. They were large. Large isn’t word enough to describe what her breast looked like. How did that bra enshroud something of that magnitude. Something so grandiose. Spittle congealed at the corners of my mouth as I thought of one thousand positions to put her this very minute. Missionary. Cowgirl. Reversed cowgirl.

I started, but she was already moving, kneeling up on the bed and shrugging the robe off her shoulders. It pooled around her waist, and her tits spilled out heavy and full, dark nipples hard and pointing right at me. Her pussy was right there when she spread her knees, shaved smooth except for a little strip on top, lips puffy and glistening already. “Relax, I’ll teach you,” Sarah said, her voice gentle but firm as she cupped one of her own breasts and lifted it toward me. “Come here first. Kiss them. Suck on my nipples like you mean it. Girls know how sensitive they are.”

A low groan rumbles in my chest when I catch sight of her pink nipples, puckered and begging for my mouth. My semi hard cock rouses from it’s momentary sleep like a bear waking from hibernation, surging above the water surface and curving high in the air. It’s a beast, both in size and it’s demands. I’m well aware I’ve got one of the biggest fucking cocks on earth and it’s never bothered me because it’s one of the reasons both men and women can’t get enough of me. Sarah rises from the water and crosses over to me, licking her lips when her hungry eyes snag on my cock. She straddles me, bringing her tits to my mouth, silently asking me to suck on them.

I threw it out there as though her comment hadn't affected me, but in reality, I wanted to see his expression. He considered them for a moment before stating, "They do look bigger." Before I could stop him, he released one of my butt cheeks and brought it up to grab my girl. "They're firmer too. Is that normal?" Collier wasn't concerned, he was elated. His girl had the appearance of a boob job without the surgery. "You think so, too?" Parker cannonballed into the pool, dousing us in water. When he surfaced, he was entirely too close, and I released my death grip on Collier's waist to put my feet on the bottom of the pool.