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Haircut? Check.
Cologne? Check.
Empty balls from an entire afternoon of rampant titfucking? Check.
Adam looked himself over in the mirror. You look good, buddy, he thought to himself. And it was wise to make sure he’d gotten out as much of his tit lust (and his cum) as possible before he left the apartment, to reduce the chance of cumming hands free at the dinner table. Adam had a terrible habit of busting in his pants when he took big-chested women on dates, but in his opinion, it wasn’t entirely his fault; they always had immense, endless cleavage that he couldn’t look away from.
Adam glanced through the window to Candy’s empty apartment. She must’ve left already, so Adam grabbed his keys and went for the door.
As he was walking out, he checked his mail. Bills, bills, junk, bills…and the latest issue of Udders magazine. On the cover was a colossal pair of heavy, saggy mammaries, just aching to be touched, groped, squeezed, bounced…
Adam reached for his pants. Okay, maybe just one more titgasm…
…
An hour later, Adam was sitting alone in the fanciest Greek place in Vegas (Candy’s choice, although Adam didn’t mind getting to ogle the busty statue of Aphrodite by the front door). Candy was only 10 minutes late but Adam was starting to get anxious. Had she stood him up? Why wasn’t she at her apartment this evening? Maybe a hot, mega busty babe like her wasn’t actually into guys like him…
SPLASH! “Oh escort bursa my god, I am so sorry!” A plate of drinks had gone crashing onto the floor. Everyone in the restaurant turned to look, but only Adam burst into a smile.
Candy had walked in and clearly her ginormous bust had swung too quickly into the path of a waiter.
After some profuse apologising, Candy sat down opposite Adam. She dropped her massive gigantic breasts on the table, which made a loud BANG and caused the whole table to rattle. Everyone in the restaurant turned to look. Adam was already gushing precum in his pants. Oh god, he thought, how the fuck am I gonna make it through the evening…
Candy was wearing a silky red dress with a deep, deep neckline. Acres of smooth, milky-white breast flesh stretched for what felt like miles, taking up all of Adam’s eyeline.
They said hi to each other and started the small talk, but after a few glasses of wine, the conversation was flowing. It couldn’t have gone any better for either of them.
Both Adam and Candy could feel the sparks flying, even though Adam was on the edge of a monumental orgasm for the entire night. He was having so much fun talking to her that he nearly stopped thinking about her massive breasts for a moment. Nearly.
Of course, eventually Adam had to address the elephant in the room. Both of them. Towards the end of the night, he leaned in and, in a low voice, said “Candy görükle escort I have to ask – what’s with the breast implants?”
She gave him a look of fake shock. “Breast implants? Is it that obvious?” They chuckled at her dry joke, and then she paused for thought.
“The truth is, Adam, I’ve…it’s a fetish!” Adam’s jaw dropped and Candy giggled awkwardly. “God I’ve never told a guy this, but it just feels so good to make them expand! And they’re so heavy and get in my way all the time…even when I knocked over that waiter’s plate earlier, I got a little turned on that I’ve got SUCH BIG BOOBS that they can do that!”
Adam’s face turned bright red. His cock twitched and flexed and leaked. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Please Candy, he thought, don’t make me cum in public…
But she leant in closer to him, straining herself over her colossal mammaries resting on the table (which was starting to buckle under the weight). “And you know what else, Adam? Do you have any clue what I do at work?”
Adam realised he had no idea what her job was at all. “I…I’m afraid I can’t remember. Was it finance, or…?”
Candy gave him a stern but flirty look. “I work in IT.”
“Oh okay,” replied Adam, unsure what this had to do with her big breast fetish. And then he gasped and realised –
“I know everything you do on your computer, Adam!”
Adam was so embarrassed. Is she gonna get me fired? Why is she smiling at me like that? “Candy I’m sorry I’ve -“
“No Adam, you don’t understand. Your big boob fetish, your overwhelming lust for my gigantic tits, your hidden cameras and your Chaturbate payments – I think it’s super fucking hot.” She reached under the table with one hand and firmly gripped his cock through his pants. “Now cum for me.”
As soon as her hand touched his throbbing dick, Adam shuddered and felt his cumshot building. His eyes rolled over, his mouth opened, every muscle in his body tensed. And just as he was ready to explode, he reached across the table and grabbed Candy’s 10,000cc fake tits and squeezed hard. They were so fucking firm and big –
Adam suppressed a loud moan, silently cumming in his pants in the middle of a fancy restaurant. Anyone who looked could see on his face that he was busting a nut, but thankfully not many noticed. Candy was enraptured by him, loving every second of watching the pleasure of her big tits crashing through his body. She repeated the same words over and over to him quietly as he came -“big boobs, big boobs, biiiig boooobs..”
When his climax subsided, Adam let go of her boobs and leaned back, breathing heavily. “Fuck, Candy, that felt so good…”
Candy took her cum-covered hand from under the table and licked it clean. “You’re welcome, tit addict. Now shall we pay the bill and get back to mine?” Adam nodded and called the waiter over.
“Oh and by the way”, said Candy, “I’ve been watching you watch me through the window for months…”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “Do you have an issue with that?”
“I fucking love you watching my big boobs, you huge titty pervert!”
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