Tit-for-Tat Temptation

The rain hammered against the windows of our small cabin, a relentless rhythm mirroring the heat building within me. It had been a long day, a brutal shift at the lumber mill, and the thought of her, her warmth, her insistent touch, was all the solace I needed. Tonight, we were going to indulge in something special, something we hadn’t done in a while – mutual masturbation, but with a twist. She was in the mood, her body humming with anticipation, and I was ready to push the boundaries of our shared pleasure.

She lay on her back, her legs slightly apart, inviting my attention. Her skin, tanned from years of working outdoors, was smooth and taut, the curve of her hips a silent promise of delights to come. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, mingling with the primal musk of arousal. It was intoxicating. I reached out, gently tracing the line of her spine before my fingers found the delicate swell of her breasts. They were smaller now, more refined than I remembered, but no less captivating. A shiver ran down my spine as I began to stroke them, slow and deliberate, focusing on the sensitive spots beneath each nipple.

“You’re good at this,” she murmured, her voice husky with pleasure. “Really good.”

Her tits, once so innocent, were now a vibrant invitation, a blatant display of their power. The way they rose and fell with each breath, the subtle tremor beneath my fingertips – it was an irresistible lure. My own arousal intensified, a primal urge demanding release. I shifted closer, leaning down to meet her gaze, my eyes tracing the contours of her face, the slight curve of her lips.

“You too,” I replied, my voice low and rough. “You always know how to turn me on.”

As she continued her own exploration, her hand instinctively reaching for the vibrator she kept hidden beneath the pillow, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I took her hand, guiding it to her clitoris. The vibrations, initially subtle, quickly escalated, sending shivers through her body and further igniting my own desire. The sensation was exquisite, a burning pleasure that spread through my veins.

“Let’s try something new,” I whispered, my voice thick with anticipation. “Let’s get intimate.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features, before she nodded eagerly. She shifted her position, bringing her tits even closer to my face, her nipples now practically grazing my lips. The feeling was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me. I opened my mouth, my tongue reaching out to meet their soft, yielding flesh.

The taste was incredible, a blend of sweetness and salty moisture, a primal invitation to deeper pleasure. I licked and sucked with abandon, drawing out every drop of nectar, savoring the exquisite sensation. The air around us crackled with heat, thick with the scent of arousal and unbridled desire.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. “This is incredible.”

Her aroused and erect nipples easily slipped into my mouth, a perfect fit for my tongue. I continued to lick and suck, my movements becoming more frantic, desperate to satisfy my burning lust. The rhythmic pulsing of the vibrator amplified the sensation, sending waves of pleasure through her body and further intensifying my own.

As we continued, her breathing grew heavier, her body trembling with each wave of pleasure. I could feel my own arousal reaching its peak, my muscles tensing, my heart pounding against my ribs. It was an overwhelming sensation, both exhilarating and terrifying.

I thought back to the first time I saw them, back when we were just dating, still hesitant to fully embrace our physical connection. We were making out on the floor, our clothes removed, her shirt pulled high enough to reveal the undeniable beauty of her tits. The sight had taken my breath away, leaving me speechless and completely captivated.

Now, those two gorgeous B-cup mounds were grazing over my lips and tongue, a tangible reminder of our shared intimacy. They were more than just breasts; they were symbols of our love, our passion, our connection. The memory of that first encounter flooded back, accompanied by a wave of nostalgia and longing.

As I continued to lick and suck, I realized that this was more than just a physical act; it was a communion, a merging of souls through touch and sensation. We were lost in a world of pure pleasure, oblivious to the rain pounding against the windows, the world outside fading away.

Her body was pressed against mine, her heat radiating through my clothes. I could feel my cock growing harder, an involuntary response to the overwhelming pleasure. The feeling was so intense, so primal, that it felt as if my entire body was on fire.

I opened my eyes, taking in the full view of her beautiful breasts, the delicate curve of her nipples, the way they rose and fell with each breath. They were perfect, flawless, utterly irresistible. I took another deep breath, savoring the moment, letting myself be consumed by the sensation.

“Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice breathless. “Please, don’t stop.”

I didn't need to be told twice. I continued to lick and suck, pushing myself further and further into the depths of pleasure. The world narrowed down to this single, exquisite sensation, this perfect union of bodies and desires.

As my orgasm approached, her breathing became ragged, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. I felt a surge of energy course through my veins, preparing me for the inevitable release. Then, it hit me – a powerful, overwhelming wave of pleasure that ripped through my entire being.

I let out a primal scream, my body arching in agony and ecstasy. Her own orgasm followed close behind, a synchronized explosion of pleasure that left us both breathless and spent.

We lay there for a moment, side by side, our bodies intertwined, our hearts pounding in unison. The rain continued to fall, but it no longer seemed to matter. We had found our bliss, our connection, in the shared pleasure of mutual masturbation, enhanced by the intimacy of her tits grazing my face.

As the last vestiges of pleasure faded away, I leaned down and kissed her, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection we had forged. Looking at her, at the beautiful curve of her breasts, the delicate swell of her nipples, I knew that this was just the beginning of our shared journey into pleasure and intimacy. And I couldn't wait to continue exploring the depths of our desire, one exquisite touch at a time. The memory of those first moments, the hesitant steps we took together, felt like a distant dream. Now, we were masters of our own pleasure, united in a shared pursuit of ecstasy, fueled by the undeniable beauty of her tits.

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