The huge orbs of titty flesh bounced and settled on the phone screen in his hand.
This was the third Whatsapp message this week but who was she and why was she sending Rob dirty video messages?
Always the same place. Always the same bedroom with it's couples look, possibly even married. There was a man's shirt on a hanger in the background of the first one. The second one, she kept glancing around at the door as if she was watching for someone coming in, possibly catching her filming herself naked. She didn't seem keen on getting caught, whoever she was.
She had the biggest tits Rob had ever seen. Symmetrical too. The left was a perfect mirror image of the right, both perfect tear-drop shapes and very heavy looking.
As she was kneeding them together, she was telling Rob about how much she wanted to feel his mouth on her nipples and feel his face squashed between them again.
That 'again' part shocked him as much as it made him curious.
He didn't remember ever meeting her, much less having his face between her tits - tits like those, he would have remembered.
She was English by the sound of her, probably from Yorkshire, by her accent and Rob struggled to remember meeting anyone from Yorkshire, on his travels and he certainly would have remembered if she had been one of the sales reps he met most days in his job as a buyer for a firm.
A tiny bead of milk squeezed from her left nipple and then her right as her mouth came into the frame on the video and she sucked the milk from her nipples between her scarlet lips. As she let her breast drop, the milk continued to flow from both nipples, both thick and dark with wide, well defined areola. She continued the tease by smearing the pale milk around her large nipples, making them glisten and stand out in initimately lit bedroom.
She was a giving him a massive hard-on and if his wife came up to the bathroom and heard what he was watching, she would kill him. |
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Part 2
His fingers curled around his cock as he watched her video for a fifth time.
His prick was solid. He was leaking precum and it smeared around he whole tip of his cock as he pulled back on his foreskin.
Downstairs, his wife was messing around in the kitchen, pots and pans banged and cutlery clanked into the kitchen drawers.
The stranger on the screen was telling him how much she needed his cock between her tits and asking if he would like to unload his spunk all over them.
The Whatsapp name on the number was 'Abby' but apart from that, there wasn't a clue about who she was.
Should he text her back?
Not right now. Maybe after he watched her squeeze that milk from her tits just one more time. Or maybe two. Or three.
He hadn't realised he had a fetish for watching a woman lactate but here he was, as hard as diamonds for her big milky tits.
Rob was well into it and his climax was building just as he heard his wife coming up the stairs.
She wouldn't knock, she thought he was in the toilet.
She wouldn't knock.
Please don't let her knock. This was too fucking hot to stop.
He kept his pace on his shaft.
She wouldn't knock.
He could feel the vinegar stroke building.
She was at the top of the stairs.
He hoped she wouldn't knock.
He pulled right back on his foreskin as he felt his orgasm surge.
She didn't knock.
But she opened the door just as the first thick rope of cum flew through the air, Rob's eyes wide as he clocked his wife clocking the video on his phone and the cum surging out of his cock, landing on he towels, on the bathmat, on the toilet roll holder, on the tiles by the toilet roll holder and, as his orgasm lapsed, over his wrist.
"What the actual fuck are you doing wanking over some slag on your phone!! Who the fuck is she!!" his wife glared. |
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