See if she'll let you cum on her tits

From Create Your Own Story

"Can I finish on your tits?" You ask. For a minute she looks angry as she sits up, then she smirks.

"Fine," she says. "But that's it. Don't get any ideas, and tomorrow we go on just like we always have. Deal?" You nod to that. She reaches up and unsnaps her bra, pulling it off her shoulders and tossing it the floor. There they are, in all their glory.

They are small, but impossibly pert. Soft little handfuls of pale flesh, marked with tan lines from a skimpy suit. Her nipples are delicately small, no more than the size of a quarter and as light pink as a rose. Each of them is hardened just a bit smaller than a pencil eraser, and you can't help but stare. "Come on," she says. "Let's get this done."

You get up to your feet slowly, and Melanie positions herself in front of you. She arches her back and juts her small breasts out, turning her head to escape any stray shot. You stroke harder and faster, but edge yourself each time your close. You want this moment to last.

"Hurry up," Melanie says, looking up to see you slow down. "Oh, no. You're not doing that. I want to sleep." And she reaches up and slaps your hand off your cock. Wrapping her fingers around your length, she pulls you towards her until the head of your cock rests fully against her right nipple. She strokes you fast, and looks up at you, locking eyes. "Cum. Cum all over my little tits," she says, and her voice is so sexy when she says it. "Drench my hard little nipple in your cum."

That's all it takes. You fire off a salvo that splashes over her nipple and nearly coats the entirety of her breast. Your knees wobble as you shoot again, and your cream drips down over her nipple and plops on her thigh. She strokes even faster, and the orgasm racks your body as you release a few more lackluster shots across her tit.

"There," she says, releasing you. "Now hand me your shirt so I can clean myself off, and then let's go to sleep."

You do exactly what you're told, as you're very grateful.

The very next morning, sun-up.

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