“Squeeze your tits together,” he growls, reaching for his belt. “Play with those horny nipples. Moan for me. Fucking moan for me, Becca.”
I do as he says, my hands rising up to my breasts, sinking into my flesh as I gaze up at him. I can’t help but gasp as he takes out his manhood.
He’s even bigger than I guessed from the shape in his pants, a massive length, the end engorged and shiny with precome. Ben has big hands and gripping it at the base, he covers less than half of it. He’s huge.
I swallow, the dreamy future seeming more impossible.
How am I ever going to take all of him, my man?
I feel like I’ve failed before I start.
But then he strokes, staring down at my breasts, slipping the precome from his tip down to his base and back again, making his whole length glimmer.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Moan louder. Squeeze those fucking tits.”
I raise my voice, staring up at him the whole time, feeling drunk on the way he stares down at me. It’s like he couldn’t look away for all the money in the world.
With a carnal grunt, a hot stream of come explodes from the swollen end of his cock. I whimper as it splashes over my breasts, the warm liquid sliding down over my hands.
“Rub it in,” he grunts, as more come shoots out. “Make those tits shine for me.”
Another jet of come shoots as I massage my breasts, staring up at my man.
He stares back down at me, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk as he finishes his release.
“You really are the best, Becca bee,” he says.
I smile up at him, glowing under the praise, hoping I don’t disappoint him when the time comes.
Ifthe time comes.