bustyexpansions
dreamingdarkly:

"Ohhhhhhh… What… What are you doing?"  Her moan slipped out of her lips, as she lay limp, distracted, enervated, her heavy eyes barely even opening as she registered the sensation of firm hands on her breasts.
He smiled and kept rubbing, gently kneading her flesh with patient, deliberate ease.  “I’m just rubbing in more of the cream sweety.  Nothing to worry about.”
Her eyelids flickered, and she stirred.  Trying to will herself to action before settling back into the cushions as his hands deftly caressed her flesh.  “Stop… No more…  Too big…”  She murmured, barely clinging to consciousness.
His fingers traced a delicate pattern across her skin, before cupping her flesh and tugging so very softly at her nipples, drawing forth a deeper, more guttural moan.  “But doesn’t it feel good?  Aren’t your breasts bringing you so much pleasure?  You don’t want that to stop do you?”
Her groans rose in pitch, her back arching subtly, exhaustedly.  Her eyes never opening to take in the scene that lay around her.  “So good…  Please… Don’t want this…”  She mumbled, before collapsing back to the couch.
His hands continued their labour, gently massaging the cream into her skin, his fingers cupping and teasing, rolling her rigid nipples between them.  “Shhhh… You don’t know what you want right now dear.  You aren’t thinking clearly.  Just let me take care of you.  Let yourself cum.  Let your breasts make you cum.  Relax… And I’ll take good care of you.”
He scooped the last dollop of cream from the jar and continued his stroking.  Her moans grew, and rose, her eyes fluttering, her words growing more and more confused.  Until in one final gasping shudder she slumped back into oblivion.
He smiled hungrily and placed the empty, lonely jar to the side.  Then turned and took another from the waiting stack, and returned to his work.

dreamingdarkly:

"Ohhhhhhh… What… What are you doing?"  Her moan slipped out of her lips, as she lay limp, distracted, enervated, her heavy eyes barely even opening as she registered the sensation of firm hands on her breasts.

He smiled and kept rubbing, gently kneading her flesh with patient, deliberate ease.  “I’m just rubbing in more of the cream sweety.  Nothing to worry about.”

Her eyelids flickered, and she stirred.  Trying to will herself to action before settling back into the cushions as his hands deftly caressed her flesh.  “Stop… No more…  Too big…”  She murmured, barely clinging to consciousness.

His fingers traced a delicate pattern across her skin, before cupping her flesh and tugging so very softly at her nipples, drawing forth a deeper, more guttural moan.  “But doesn’t it feel good?  Aren’t your breasts bringing you so much pleasure?  You don’t want that to stop do you?”

Her groans rose in pitch, her back arching subtly, exhaustedly.  Her eyes never opening to take in the scene that lay around her.  “So good…  Please… Don’t want this…”  She mumbled, before collapsing back to the couch.

His hands continued their labour, gently massaging the cream into her skin, his fingers cupping and teasing, rolling her rigid nipples between them.  “Shhhh… You don’t know what you want right now dear.  You aren’t thinking clearly.  Just let me take care of you.  Let yourself cum.  Let your breasts make you cum.  Relax… And I’ll take good care of you.”

He scooped the last dollop of cream from the jar and continued his stroking.  Her moans grew, and rose, her eyes fluttering, her words growing more and more confused.  Until in one final gasping shudder she slumped back into oblivion.

He smiled hungrily and placed the empty, lonely jar to the side.  Then turned and took another from the waiting stack, and returned to his work.