^(Note: This story was published earlier this year on) *^(Literotica)* ^(under my alt, POVscribe.)
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I pull off her lips and turn her around so I can fondle her tits more freely and enjoy the feeling of her ass framing my cock. My God, I feel mentally undone. Ashleigh truly is every man’s fantasy come true. She draws up her tank top to just above her bra. True to my earlier mental assessment, her tits do look to fill a D cup, but the flesh is almost spilling over the bra cups. Oh, my fucking God. I’m really an ass man, but right now I want to munch on those tits.
I reach up to undo the front clasp of her bra, and her wonderful breasts spring free. I fill each hand with a buoyant breast and rub my thumbs over the tiny pebbly nipples. My face is buried in her neck as she knocks her head back, lips parted, hips grinding into my crotch. The visual is every pin-up cliché you’ve ever wanked off to, except it’s really happening to me at this moment in time.