Boob boy

They had escaped to privacy and she had slowly, very slowly, began to tease him. She would cross her arms under her tits, and show them off to his admiring eyes. Even fully clothed, his mind boggled at the sight of them. She had worn a sweater. One that clung to the curves of her chest. It buttoned down the front, and had a scoop neck, exposing the creamy upper quarter of her breasts. He could just see the dark valley between them, and had flashed on a vision of his face buried in there, titflesh on either side of his face, and the unique scent of a woman there. Hers would be overpowering, he knew. Just that quick thought made his cock rise to half-mast.

She had slowly, VERY slowly, unbuttoned the sweater, one by one. Smiling at his face as he watched, eager to see all that she was revealing. When she had unbuttoned the one just below her bra, she pulled the sides back and stopped, framing her tits…her magnificent tits…with the sweater. Her bra was lace, and she knew, without even looking down, that he could see her nipples through the lace.

He was entranced. She was a witch. She had ALL of the power at the moment. Looking at those breasts, he could see the darker color at the tips. The nipples. That was where he wanted to be. But he stared at the entire expanse of lace-covered flesh. It seemed like there were acres of titmeat for him to look at. Presented to him from a few feet away, while he sat in his chair, unmoving. She began to taunt him.

“Is this what you want, dear?” she reached down and pulled at the nipples. “Do you see these nice juicy nipples waiting for your touch? Do want to lick them? Kiss them? Suck them? Would you like to be my boob boy? My tit slave? Do you know how to take care of tits this big? They are soft and warm….Mmmmm…” she cooed as she cupped them in her hands, thrusting them out to him.