Her wet tongue flicked into his ear, then traveled down his cheek to reach his parted lips. She pressed her throbbing womanhood up to him, embracing his hard cock as close as could be shy of actually entering her. The kiss brought his tongue between her lips, sweaty and heady, the perfumed scent of her body driving him mad as he was sucked in by the feminine arousal underneath all the sweetness.
“How does that feel, baby?” she asked gently.
“Like you shouldn’t stop,” Harry told her. “You absolutely should not stop.”
“Oh, I’m not. Not until I make you feel great. I love having you in my hands. So much man…”
Her hips began to roll, circling, moving her body a ways off of his lap so that she was parted from his cock and seeing the long, hard pillar of it.
“How do you like my tits?” Helen asked, cupping them in her hands and offering their decadent heft to Harry.
Harry grinned cockily. “Right there, where I can get at them.”
Helen leaned forward to rub her swollen breasts against his chest. “Enjoy feeling them, lover. I know I do.”
His hands moved to the luscious globes—the crown jewel of all her curves—and he caressed and kneaded them as though to test how much of his passion they could take.
Helen moaned when his fingers crushed the sensitive flesh down and then let it spring up for another fondling. Her nipples stiffened, stabbing out for his expert touch. Her eyes fluttered and she arched her back, happy to give her breasts to his feasting hands.
Then she was back, her need too great to lie back and enjoy being enjoyed. She met his lips with hers, fusing them in a kiss with all the wild greed of his hands on her chest. Her tongue possessed his mouth, bursting into it with all the passion she could get out of her heating body. Harry kissed her back hungrily, her mammaries crushed against his body, nipples hard enough to pain the skin they were knotted against.
Helen trilled with pleasure while he moved his mouth to her nipple, trapping it in his teeth and at the same time making it bask in the licks of his tongue. It was more than big enough now to take all the sensation he packed into it.
“Oh yes, yes, a real man… suck my tits! Bite them! Oh God, let me feel how much you want them! They’re yours to play with, I love the way you toy with them… don’t stop! Your mouth is so good!”
She writhed on his lap, her legs falling to either side of him. He kept suckling her firm breasts. He could feel her nipples tingle as his tongue roved over them, sending tremors through her that jiggled the succulent meat of her bust. Helen shut her eyes tightly.
“Oh, you’re a god! I love it!” Helen sung out, arching her back again, trying to get as much of her tits as possible to his desirous mouth. And Harry was happy to glut himself. He was going insane with how much she had to offer him. He couldn’t get enough of her body, all its charms, or how much she loved his efforts to please her.
And then suddenly he really couldn’t get enough. She was gone, off his lap, pushing him down on the bed and pulling at his trunks. They came off and revealed how massive his erection had become, towering high above his surging balls.
Helen crawled slowly along his legs, her eyes unable to leave his pounding erection. “Oh God… my God! That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen! It must be ten inches!”
Harry chuckled. “Why don’t you tell me if it feels like ten inches?”
Helen laughed herself. “Yes, I’ll tell you. Put it in me and I’ll tell you. Or just let me have it, yes—”
She reached out and took his throbbing cock in her hand. Then she laid down on top of his legs so that her chest ended up in her lap. Her hands pressed her breasts together, locking his hot prick between them.
“How’s this for a pussy?” she asked him. “It’s a lot easier to come in my face when you fuck me here…”
Harry eagerly did as she suggested, pumping into those supple hills which now felt even more majestic than they looked. Helen groped her own tits, pressing them inward on his manhood while it rode through the divide. Every move Harry made grinded into the luscious flesh of her two peaks.