Mental: Tit fuck?
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You've come this far, might as well go a little further, right?
"Stand up, and kneel before me." You order Shara about as she gentle rises from your lap, turning around she kneels before you, her glassy stare looking into your eyes with awaiting commands.
Reaching down you pull her up slightly as you edge towards the end of the couch. Moving your underwear you manage to pull your throbbing dick from its cage as already its smeared with pre-cum. Shara's eyes locked onto your cock with a blank stare having no idea of what was to come next. Reaching down you lift the bottom of her tight shirt up slowly as her bare skin below beings to reveal its self your wandering eyes. Stopping just below the cusp of her chest you can make out the soft globs of the bottom of her tits, they seem to beckon towards you.
Taking a hold of your dick you guide it forward towards the bottom of her tits, her shirt acting as a guiding tunnel for it. Easing forward the head of your cock slips between her tits letting a soft grunt leave your mouth as their warmth envelopes you. Slipping further between them you press deeper till the length of your dick is placed between her soft chest, the pressure against you isn't very strong but her soft, warm chest is doing wanders.
"Squeeze them." You order as Shara's arms move up and press against her chest mashing them against your slick dick.
"Good girl." You pat her head.
"Now, move them, up and down." Once more Shara follows your command with no resistance as her pressed hands begin to slid her tits up and down the length of your cock, the leaking cum from your dick makes the movement smooth but you can clearly make out a dark stain on her shirt from all the liquid.
"Faster...." You order through gritted through as Shara picks up the pace, her blank stare looking down at her handy work.
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