Page 11 of Ho Ho Oh No

We alternate for a while. Tits. Mouth. Tits. Again and again, until I’m short of breath and aching for release.

On my next forward thrust through her cleavage, she lowers her head and extends her tongue, lapping at my swollen head before I retreat.

“Ohfuck, angel. Yes. Fucking do that again.”

“Give me back my penis popsicle,” she jokes when I pull away the third time.

Ialmostlaugh, but it’s cut off by a growl when she presses her tits together so firmly that I nearly spill all over her neck. At the thought, my balls tighten, setting off a tingle at the base of my spine.

My strokes grow frenzied. With gritty determination, I hold off my release long enough to hopefully drive home how I feel about her changing body.

I cover one of her hands with mine, helping her hold my length tightly between those silken globes. “Angel, do you see how much I love your breasts? Your nipples? Your body?”

She doesn’t answer, focusing instead on her mission to reclaim her penis pop.

I darken my tone a bit. “Tell me you see it. I want to hear you say the words.”

Those innocent blue eyes sparkle up at me. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell me you see how hard you make me and how much I love your body. That you know how sexy you are. And most of all, tell me you believe you’re beautiful. Because you are. And I can’t get enough of you.”

“Leo, I-I . . .”

“Don’t be shy, angel.” I glance from her face to my cock, still nestled in her cleavage. “See how hard I am? I’m swollen and aching to come from nothing but your breasts. That’s how much I love them.”

Her eyes drift to her chest.

“Do you see that?” I urge.

She nods.

“Say it,” I command, my voice tender but firm.

“I see how hard you are.”

“Why am I hard?”

“Because you love me.”

So close.

“And?”

“And you love my breasts.”

“That’s right. And are these gorgeous, full, sexy breasts gonna make me come?”

She nods again.

“Use your words.”

I pump my hips, gliding slowly over her slippery skin.

“You’re gonna come all over me because you love my tits. And because you love my body.”

“Yes,” I growl. “Keep going. Tell me more.”

“You think I’m sexy. Even now.”

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