Based on incident at Manhattan Beach, CA.
”::whistle: Damn, those are heavy tits girl. Better cover those juggs-up”
“…want to fuck around with these a while? my fat nipples? you can pull on ‘em do whatever you want to ‘em. you can squeeze my big, fat tits anyway you want…dig yer fingers in hard. yeah…bruise ‘em really good…screw with ‘em as hard as you can. fuck…i love it soooo filthy rough…NO MONEY…you’re cute, have big hands. free to feel tits-up…
soooo…wanna kill some time with these? if you’ll kiss me like you love me…an’ fuck ‘em up enuff…you’ll make me cum really hard for you…just from fuckin’ kneading these babies. it brings me to my knees, i swear to god…an’ i moan so sweetly…an i scream when i cum. keep hurting ‘em…and i’ll cum harder…longer. you knew that…you see these nipples up-close? you wanna get your mouth and tongue on these…never let go. i’m no whore…no money. just want YOU to fuck these up…swear to god…now it’s gotta be you…i’m obsessed…OK?
are you serious?? hey…damn…you want me to beg you? fuck i’m soaked. OK…listen…”Please fuck my tits-up…I’m goddamn beggin’ you! jesus…no strings. You hurt these…I’ll throat fuck you…DEEP…while you chew on my tits, OK? You can bite and draw blood…bite these fat nipples to bleeding…shit…that’s not so fuckin’ hot to you? i fuckin’ begged you guy…i’m soaked now and need this bad! slap e’m hard they bounce nice…my bface needs to be slapped too…leave your mark on me”.
“You have quite a tit fetish too bitch?”
“i begged…i’m real with this…PLEASE…i need YOU to do ‘em…what else do you want..fuck me? Money? god damn…HOLD-UP…you really want money to do me? dude…i’m stuck…it’s GOT TO BE YOU now. look dude…i’m achin’…and i’m cryin’…look in my eyes…FUCK!” dude…i’m cryin’ here…”
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Why breasts:
In many ways they are her essence, and immediately vulnerable. Her femininity is carried there and size defines a sexual association entirely undeniable.
JW
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“you know…I like you a lot…a lot…an awful lot :smile::
actually…you make me fucking crazy. get in. come for a very special ride?”
She looked good. This fact was not lost on her. The effect she had on men was clear from her sophomore year in high-school. David seemed OK. Her sarcasm and egocentric attitude emerged sharp and biting. David didn’t care for sarcasm. Nor did he care for her attitude. He went too far, became rough then brutal. She screamed and fought hard…David continued.
He was fascinated by the moment…when his fingers were inside, his hand knowing the way to make her stop fighting, a small ‘gasp’ escaped her lips. While she squirmed passionately, he felt her hips thrusting against his hand, his slapping a breast ripped a groan from her throat. She fought less now and when he asked, “Are you my fucking whore...?” Moving his fingers faster now she whispered,”yes…I’m your fucking whore...”.
“you are my soul…just do…anything you want with me…fucking anything…”.
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very cute…kissable.
When she leans forward to change the channel, and quite innocently provides me with a quick reminder of how delicious her body is, the gorgeous swell of her full and heavy tits, and I am aroused in a flash. I’m a dyed-in-wool romantic and I marvel this bright, savvy, and sensuous beauty is nestled cozily beside me, feet tangled with mine, watching the news…and I feel so fortunate to have found her…and fortunate my love is returned cubed.
Caressing her breast she looks over at me and smiles. It takes a quarter second for her eyes to become smoky, half lidded, and her warm hand to explore for me under the quilt. Finding me fully aroused…she holds me as though she’s found her way home, closes her eyes, and an, ‘Ohhhhh…’, falls from her lips.
Love is not easily found. Real, intimate connections, both feeling they could never leave the others side are, I believe, rare. Never take your lover for granted. Never.
***The photo above simply was an outstanding find, reminding me of what I see on a regular basis. The photo alone is not what this post is about…rather the love. Don’t lose the words and essence here for just a great photo…it’s about Love.
“You’re all mine now cunt. I fuckin’ own you…you know what that means? I told you what I do. And you’re able to ask…to be taken out here? OK. Now you find out”.