**”Begging for Those Tits”**

I’d been staring at her tits all night. Big, soft, perfect—they were barely contained in that tight little top she was wearing, the kind that made her cleavage look like a damn invitation. She knew what she was doing. The way she leaned forward when she laughed, how she squeezed them together when she stretched. Fuck, I was hard just watching her, my cock straining against my jeans.

We’d been flirting for hours, drinks making everything blurrier, hotter. Her hand on my thigh, my fingers brushing against the side of her breast when I “accidentally” reached for my drink. She giggled, biting her lip, and I knew she wanted it just as bad as I did.

“You keep looking at me like that,” she murmured, leaning in. Her breath smelled sweet, like the vodka cranberry she’d been sipping.

“Like what?” I smirked, fingers tracing the inside of her knee, creeping higher.

“Like you wanna do very bad things to me.”

I didn’t answer. Just grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the bar stool, leading her to the bathroom before she could even protest. The second the stall door locked behind us, my hands were on her, yanking that top down until her tits spilled free. Fuck, they were even better up close—heavy, round, her pink nipples already hard.

I groaned, squeezing them together, watching them press against each other in my grip. “You’re gonna let me fuck these, right?”

She moaned, arching into my touch. “God, yes.”

I didn’t waste time. My belt was undone in seconds, my dick springing free, already leaking at the tip. I spit into my palm, slicking my cock up as she shoved her tits together, making a tight, hot tunnel for me to slide into.

The second my cock slid between them, I almost came right there. Her skin was so fucking soft, so warm, her nipples brushing against the underside of my shaft as I thrust. I could feel the wetness of her pussy against my thigh—she was grinding against me, getting off on this just as much as I was.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” she breathed, squeezing harder, watching my cock disappear between her tits with every push forward. “You like that? Fucking my tits?”

“Fuck yes,” I growled, my hips snapping faster, my balls tightening. Her cleavage was slick now, shiny with spit and pre-cum, her tits jiggling every time I bottomed out. I reached down, thumbing her clit through her panties, and she gasped, her back arching.

“I’m close,” I choked out, my thrusts getting sloppy, my cock throbbing. “Where do you want it?”

“On them,” she panted. “Cover my tits.”

That was all I needed. With a groan, I pulled out, my dick twitching as I came hard, thick ropes of cum splashing across her skin, dripping down between her cleavage. She moaned, rubbing it into her tits like fucking lotion, looking up at me with those hungry eyes.

“We’re not done yet,” she whispered, licking her lips.

I knew I was in for a long night.