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“I don’t ever want to hear you complain about gaining weight,” Ky breathed out, thrusting into his wife’s cleavage. “Because if you do, all I’ll be able to think of is this right here.”
Dizzy hummed softly as she poured more lube onto the top of her chest, then gently massaged her breasts together to work the clear liquid downward. She opened her mouth and let a long strand of saliva drip as well, adding to the sodden wetness between her tits.
“That’s what every woman wants to hear,” she joked. “Her husband liking the fact that her breasts are bigger. Never mind the lady attached to them.”
“Don’t forget his wife’s perfect, round butt, and plump, soft thighs,” Ky added. “All enhanced and improved after her first child.”
“Such a charmer,” Dizzy said, squeezing the sides of her boobs harder. The black leather on the outside of her old outfit felt rough, and the pressure was bordering on uncomfortable, but Ky moaned and pushed up off of the edge of the bed, desperate to seek out any more stimulation from the cavern of her chest. The wet noises increased in volume.
“Fuck, that’s amazing, Dizzy.”
“You like that, honey?”
“Mhm,” he whined, his eyes scrunched shut and his jaw set.
Dizzy moved up and down, keeping time with his movements and studying his boyish face twist and morph in increasing pleasure.
“That's it, baby,” she cooed, applying more lube, “just like that...”
“I’m close,” Ky groaned and stood up off the edge of the bed. His hard, red cock popped out of Dizzy’s cleavage. He reached down and grabbed her arms near the armpit, pulling her up just enough so that she was still on her knees, but her thighs were more perpendicular to the floor, and her chest was just under his crotch’s height. He squatted slightly, and aimed himself back into her makeshift hole as she leaned back just enough to allow him to thrust against her sternum for a bit of extra stimulation.
Ky wasted no time in fucking her breasts, squeezing them together on his own. His grip was so strong, so forceful. He held her in place so firmly that Dizzy felt she could only watch as he trembled with the effort of applying enough pressure through her chest and into his cock. With every clap of his pelvis against the underside of her boobs, a few beads of his sweat fell onto her chest, and his abs and pecs quivered. The hypnotic and subtle jiggle of his muscle began to turn Dizzy on, and with one hand she reached below and began touching herself through her panties.
“Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Ky cried out, and with a few stuttering thrusts Dizzy felt white hot cum spurt out onto her neck and under her chin. Ky pulled back slightly, and she felt his load erupt in her cleavage, only to be forced up and out of her breasts like a volcano, or down and along her stomach. His load was so voluminous that some of it ran down all the way to her hand, and she rubbed it into the front of her panties as she played with herself. As ever, it seemed as if there would be no end to his orgasm as shot after shot spewed between her tits.
When Ky was finally spent, he gingerly pulled out, and Dizzy saw a few bridges of cum connecting them for a short moment before they broke apart. Finally looking down, she saw that Ky had practically painted the top of her chest white with semen, with it pooling in the top of her cleavage and spilling over the sides of her top. Below she felt his cum dripping off of her like a leaky faucet.
Dizzy stood up, looking Ky in his glazed-over eyes. She slowly undid the two crossing straps of her top, making sure he saw the way his oversized load ran down in between her tits and down her soft stomach when the garment holding them tight came undone.
“You have made a mess of me, fair knight,” Dizzy said in a too-high pitched voice with a smile on her face. “You said you were here to rescue me, but instead you have defiled me.”
Still not quite recovered from his orgasm, Ky smiled stupidly and failed to utter a coherent response in between his gasps for air.
“I find it only fitting then, that I make a mess of you in return,” Dizzy giggled, pushing him backwards onto the bed and pouncing on him. “The night is young, after all...”
Ky’s reply was drowned out when her lips attached to his, and she began kissing him forcefully. His time on top was over, and he couldn’t have been happier for it.
A young night, indeed.