by jayaurysmut
And he drank and drank.... He had his fill of her totally, wholesome milk and then some. She had it all: voluminous breasts to quench every thirst he could ever feel; ample hips to keep him firmly rooted to the dreamy present; her lips?
Her lips spinning tales of unimaginable lands and wonders, of joy for evermore. And those lips; he never knew that his body could endure so much pleasure. This was his world.
Excellent story, jayaurysmut
Burying his face in her big bosom as he pressed her tits together, moaning and whimpering, his mind lost in a drunken haze of lust and the bounce of her tits.
I can't picture how this works. How do they bounce if they're in his hands with his face glued to them?