I want you to come on my tits

“I want you to come on my tits”

In the bedroom, you beside me,
Hand tightly grasping your desire.
Stroking slowly, from tip to base,
Caressing with a passionate fire.

My longing grows, my nether region,
Yearning for the pleasure we seek.
Fingers delve in a sticky mess,
A mixture of passion, wild and meek.

Soft and slow, then deep and hard,
You drive me to moans in ecstasy.
As your breath quickens, urgency builds,
The pinnacle of release I foresee.

"Upon my breasts," I gasp to you,
A moment where it seems you won't halt.
But with a grunt, you back away,
Regret briefly enters this heartfelt vault.

However, by my side you remain,
Using my essence as your sweet lube.
Groans escape my lips of bliss,
As pleasure intensifies and I move.

Your tight balls against your body,
As my hand finds my swollen prize.
Another hand ventures forth,
To caress your manhood, no disguise.

I resist the temptation to taste,
To keep this perfect view intact.
Lying beneath you, balls cupped in hand,
I savor every moment, exact.

The final plea, it leaves my lips,
Knowing you can no longer resist.
And as you climax onto my breasts,
Our connection, not one to dismiss.