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of his thickness as possible. She loved the little trembles he would have when she ran her tongue around his shaft as she sucked downward.
    Hot currents ran up and down her body. She wanted to adore his cock—wanted to make him feel as good and welcome and safe as he made her feel.
    In many ways, his thick, ramming-hard cock in her mouth was like a hot, thick measuring rod of her ability to be attractive. If she could do it for Andre, who clearly could have any type of woman he wanted as far as she was concerned, with how masculine and muscle-bound he was, she could make any man want her.
    Her lips sank deeper and deeper down his cock, sucking hard and swallowing eagerly when he pumped precum down all the way into her throat.
    All his muscles seemed to tense up suddenly. His orgasm! Oh god, it was going to happen. It was going to happen! Her panties flooded with moisture from her excitement.
    “I’m gonna cum, baby,” he moaned.
    Perhaps he thought that meant she could slide her mouth off if she wanted. As if! Instead, she sucked him more forcefully, gripping his ass tight.
    “Mmmhmm!” she groaned needfully.
    Gripping her hair tight, he came, shooting hot loads down her throat. Again and again, he spasmed and bucked, sending white, thick pulses of delicious goo directly into her belly. It filled her mouth, and she let it swirl around her tongue for several seconds before sliding her lips off his hot, big cock with a smile.
    He smiled back. After a few seconds of massaging her hair and scalp, he collapsed down on the office floor with her and wrapped an arm around her body.
    “Wow, that was so nice,” she cooed after a minute, sliding up around his leg. “Maybe...” she gulped, swallowing more of him...feeling brave and horny. “Maybe tomorrow we can try some other things, when you're all recovered?”
    He smiled and shook his head.
    “No, sweetie, look.”
    Gripping her hair, he led her face down to his crotch where he had been stroking his cock. His hand was so wet with her saliva and his own juices, moving rapidly up and down the long shaft.
    “You see that? I'm getting hard again already. Hard because you’re so fun to fuck. Isn't that nice?”
    “Oh god, Andre...that’s so nice.” She looked up at him with eager, grateful blue eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Andre. I want you to fuck me however you want!”
    The buttons on her blouse gave way to his grip, sliding off slightly with little pops. “You have such beautiful big tits, Holly.”
    She blushed, her voice becoming quite small. “Thank you.”
    “I want to fuck your tits,” he said, his words slow and heavy. “I want to fuck your big, sexy tits until I cum again all over your body. I want you to sleep in my cum, sweetheart”
    “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Ohhh, Andre . . . ”
    He picked her up and placed her on the couch. His cock slid between the heaving valley of her breasts, fitting in between them easily. Already his cock was well lubricated from the blowjob, and so it was a simple thing for Holly to just push her hot breasts forward onto his cock.
    “Fuck my tits, darling! Oh god! You're fucking them so good!”
    He guided her hands down to form a bridge across her tit flesh, holding his cock in place.
    Grunting, he pumped his big cock inside of the warm valley of her tits again and again. It was so hot in there, so slick. It felt so good knowing that his big, hard meat was already lubricated and ready to fuck this special part of her body only because he had already asked her to suck his cock. Everything about his arousal, about him feeling good, was because of her body.
    Her body! A dream come true.
    Being titfucked didn't require much of her—just ensuring that as he drove his cock forward, she was ready to lick his thick, sexy cockhead when it passed by her face. She did that happily, and also made hot, pleading faces and noises as his fucking picked up in intensity.
    “You fucking take it, you fucking beautiful slut,” he grunted.