Everyone claims men are ass-obsessed. Fine, I won't argue—I drool over a perfect butt too. But for me? Nothing compares to a stunning pair of tits. The sight leaves me awestruck, dizzy with lust.
It all started during Christmas shopping at a mall near my city. After hitting store after store, I collapsed in the food court. That's when I spotted her—a tall blonde in a sheer dress, cleavage spilling over with two full moons. Shame she was seated beside a man and his teenage son...
I shoved my dirty fantasies aside to focus on lunch. Suddenly, an electric cart zipped past, knocking my bag down. A young man rushed over apologizing, trailed by his mother—the cleavage goddess herself. She shot me a loaded glance before returning to her table, now minus the man.
After eating, I went jacket shopping. Trying on blazers, I stripped my shirt off hoping for a reaction from the hot salesgirl. But exiting the fitting room, I bumped into the blonde—now named Aria—browsing nearby. Mustering courage, I approached. She was polite but distant, shutting down any flirtation. Defeated, I paid and left.
Two days later, an intoxicating voice purred my name over the phone—Aria. She admitted calling on a wild impulse, unable to stop picturing my hairy chest... especially while fucking her husband. Instant hard-on. My ego swelled as heat exploded through me. Playing it cool, I confessed mutual attraction. We cut the small talk and met at a Porto Alegre park at noon.
Aria rolled up in a luxury car turning every head. When she opened the door, those creamy thighs fought her tight skirt while her tits threatened to escape. She leaned close, tongue flicking my lip's corner. I yanked her against me—my cock jerking as her breasts crushed my chest. Her silky tongue circled mine. Far wilder than she appeared. Jackpot.
—Follow me,— she breathed, pulling back. Two blocks later, we entered her friend's sleek apartment. After a drink, she disappeared into the bathroom, returning in nothing but a waist-tied towel. Those perfect breasts—full, rosy-tipped, nipples diamond-hard—weren't lunch. They were a feast. I worshipped them with hunger, savoring every inch as she moaned and ground against me, fingers teasing her soaked pussy lips. Pure sin.
I dove between her spread thighs, devouring her dripping wetness. She came violently on my tongue, grinding my face into her cunt as whimpers became screams. Riding me like a prize stallion, she slid a pillow under my hips, then swallowed my cock whole in one deep suck. —Fuck me harder, baby,— she gasped, sinking onto my shaft. Her movements grew frantic, that unforgettable ass massaging my balls with every bounce. Sweet release washed over us, her body collapsing onto mine.
—Where do you want to finish?— she whispered, already knowing. Smiling, she bent over the armchair, elbows planted, ass raised. I kissed her neck, licked down her spine, then buried my tongue in her tight hole—circling, probing. She whimpered for more. I plunged into her ass, our thighs slapping together. Her magic grip milked me relentlessly until her scream announced another climax. Mine followed—a torrent of cum flooding her ass, dripping down her cheeks as I pulled out.
The clock forced us to shower, where I made another... deposit into her glorious savings. And that was neither the second nor last investment I'd make in pleasure's name.
