"Play with my t**s," she offered, somehow reading my mind again...she really did know me better than I knew myself.
I leaned forward and cupped her massive breasts. "May I suck them?" I asked, a moment later.
"I insist," she smiled.
I kissed them, licked them, and nibbled them, in awe of how big they were.
"That's it Lizzie Lezzie, worship my t**s," she moaned.
"They're so big," I whispered, continuing to swirl my tongue around her n****e.
"You have nice t**s too," she complimented.
"They're so small compared to yours," I retorted.
"They're perfect," she smiled, pulling me back up for another kiss.
Our breasts were pressed together as our tongues explored each other's mouths.
Breaking the kiss, she said, "I only do this on special occasions."
"Do what?" I asked, gazing into her
