She walked into my room like she owned the place, her massive tits barely contained in that tiny tank top, nipples already poking through the thin fabric. "You look stressed," she said, shutting the door behind her. "I know exactly what you need."
I didn't even try to stop her. My cock was already half-hard just from the way her heavy breasts swayed as she crossed the room. She dropped to her knees in front of my chair without another word, tugging my shorts down in one rough pull. My dick sprang free, thick and throbbing, and she wrapped one soft hand around the base while she licked her lips.
"Fuck, it's big tonight," she muttered, then opened wide and took the head straight into her hot mouth. No teasing, no slow buildjust straight to sucking. Her tongue swirled around the crown, wet and sloppy, spit already dripping down my shaft. She bobbed her head fast, taking more with every stroke, those huge tits bouncing and jiggling against my thighs.
I groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She moaned around my cock like she loved it, the vibration shooting straight through me. Her mouth was pure heaventight, wet, and relentless. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, cheeks caving in, while her hand pumped the part she couldn't swallow yet. Drool ran down her chin onto her cleavage, making her skin shiny and slick.
She pulled off for a second, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening cock. "You like that, don't you?" she said, voice husky. "Watch me take it all." Then she dove back down, forcing more of my length into her throat. Her nose pressed against my stomach as she deepthroated me, gagging wetly but never stopping. Those fat tits pressed against my legs, soft and warm, nipples dragging over my skin.
I thrust up into her mouth, fucking her face while she took it. She made filthy choking sounds, eyes watering, but she kept sucking like a pro. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while her mouth worked the shaft in long, messy strokes. Spit coated everythingher lips, my cock, her tits. She pulled back again to slap my dick against her tongue, then licked from base to tip like she was starving for it.
"Goddamn, sis," I growled. "You really do know how to suck cock."
She grinned up at me, lips swollen and shiny. "Told you." Then she shoved my dick back between those plump tits, wrapping them around the shaft and squeezing tight. She tit-fucked me for a minute, sliding up and down while her tongue flicked the head every time it popped out the top. Her cleavage was hot and slick with spit, the perfect soft tunnel for my cock.
When she couldn't take it anymore she went back to sucking, harder than before. Her head moved in quick, greedy bobs, throat working around me. I felt my balls tighten. She knew the signssucked even faster, moaning loudly, one hand rubbing her own pussy through her shorts while she drained me.
I came hard, pumping thick ropes straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, throat convulsing, then licked me clean with slow, deliberate strokes until I was twitching and oversensitive. She sat back on her heels, tits heaving, mouth glistening, and wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
"Feel better?" she asked, already standing up like it was nothing.
I just nodded, cock still twitching. She smirked and walked out, leaving me wrecked and already thinking about round two.
