I actually feel a little nervous, and I say in a rush, "I choose my boobs!"
His lips twitch, and I realize I might've actually screamed the words out?
"Excellent."
And now he's purring, and I feel excited, scared, and pressured all at once.
"Don't expect much. Like literally." I know I've started babbling, but I can't help it. "They're not that big—-"
"They're perfect."
"No, they're not—-"
"And I'll make you feel just how perfect they are."
Forget about swooning.
Because this time, I. IS. DROWNING.
"Raise your arms, my sweet."
The words remind me of how my favorite 2D heroes enjoy ordering their own women around, and I. IS. LOVING. IT.
Up my arms go, and Rashad gently pulls my blouse over my head.
My arms lower back down, and I see him staring at my breasts like they're a feast for his eyes.
"Perfect," he whispers, and I can only moan and writhe when he finally reaches for my tits.
His fingers slowly trace their roundness, and my boobs swell at the teasing gentleness of his touch. He promised to make me feel how perfect they are, and I definitely feel it now.
I never thought a man could ever look at my boobs this way, and sweet, sweet, sweeeet fantasy, baaaaaaaby—-
Rashad suddenly claims my waist to haul me up, and just as I find myself kneeling on the couch, and my legs are straddling his strong, hard thighs, he's also yanking my bra down, and now he's cupping my tits—-
Oh...yeeees.
Perfection is exactly how he makes me feel as he nuzzles the valley between my boobs while his hands start kneading my swollen pair of globes.
He kneads them slowly and gently, then roughly and forcefully, and just as I cry out at how perfect it all feels, Rashad makes it more so when he finally takes one nipple into his mouth and starts suckling.
Oh yes, oh please, oh gosh.
He sucks and sucks and sucks, and all I can do is clutch the back of the couch as he claims this secret part of me like he promised.
My nipples are now on fire, and a cry spills past my lips as he moves to claim my other tit and the whole tortuously perfect cycle begins anew.
Don't stop, please.
And he doesn't.
He just sucks and sucks and sucks, and the way he does it, oh gosh—-
It's just so violently, agonizingly perfect-—
That all I can do is moan the truth as I start to cum.
I love you.