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Vespa's hands dropped to her chest.
They weren't able to cover her fully as they were too big, making them spill over the edges of her fingers. Her eyes turned sharp, not expecting Arthur to attack her like that.
"Hubby, you just ripped my top."
"It was blocking my wifey's beautiful breasts."
"But that was my favorite top…"
"Then I'll get you a new one." Arthur grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her down between his legs, pressing her to the floor on her knees. He shifted himself to the edge of the bed, sitting up and giving Vespa the perfect angle. "After you finish your job, of course."
Taking her wrists, Arthur pressed them against the sides of her breasts, pushing them together.
"Look — I'll even help you if you don't know how." He smiled down at her like a pervert watching his favorite show.
Vespa looked down at her own breasts being squeezed together, then back up at him.
"Honey, I know how to take care of you." Her voice dropped to a purr. "Why don't you just relax?"
Seeing her give him the stink eye, he let go of her wrists.
Her breasts dropped, bouncing back into place with their full weight.
"I'm sorry." He said it like he meant it. "I'll respect your skills."
"Thank you." Vespa smiled back at him as if his words had genuinely wounded her. "All you need to do is sit there and relax, honey. I'll take care of the rest."
Lifting herself up, she placed her breasts on either side of him, then cupped the sides, pressing them together around his cock. She was barely able to cover it, leaving only the bulbous tip peeking out through the soft, warm press of her chest.
She wrapped her milky flesh around him and began to move.
'...Marshmallows.'
That was the only thought his mind produced as its warmth enveloped him with every downstroke pulling him into deep pleasure.
Vespa raised them dragging slowly up his length then slammed down.
Pat.
Again.
Pat.
Again.
Pat, pat, pat.
The rhythm built steady, as her breasts kept smacking softly against his lap with each drop, the sound alone enough to make his jaw tighten.
'...I'm not going to last much longer if she keeps this up.'
He could already feel it. The pressure coiling at the base, the slow, inevitable pull she was building with practiced ease up, down, up, down like she'd done this a hundred times and knew exactly where the line was.
He tried to hold it back.
"Argh." But a subtle groan slipped out anyway.
Vespa's smile spread the moment she heard it. She tightened her grip, pressing her breasts in harder, wrapping around him fully and then shifted her rhythm. One breast rising as the other fell, alternating in smooth, rolling waves that dragged across every inch of him in an unbroken, overlapping stroke.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
'Heavenly.'
"What's wrong, honey?" Her voice was sugar-sweet, her eyes never leaving his. "You're almost there again, aren't you?" She leaned in closer, lips barely a breath from his tip. "Come for me, hubby. Come for wifey."
She was playing the role to perfection as the devoted wife, coaxing and patient. She moved her body like she was begging for it. For Arthur's release.
"Splatter all over my face." Her voice dipped. "Cover me in your hot, sticky cum."
He groaned.
He tried to hold back.
Futile.
Vespa lowers her mouth and just a hairs breath away Arthur felt her hot breath hit hit tip as she continued to lower herself.
The moment her lips brushed his tip just a kiss it was over.
Spurt.
Spurt.
Spurt.
"Ah—"
His hips shot up involuntarily, his cock smacking against her face as rope after rope erupted from him it was more than he'd ever produced before. Splattering across Vespa's face covering it whole it was like Arthur was painting with his cum turning Vespa into a exotic art piece..
Not one to waste a single drop.
Vespa sealed her mouth over him instantly, gulping him down in long, deliberate swallows as his hips kept bucking — up and down, up and down — entirely out of his control, his body wringing itself out against her throat.
His vision hazed.
For a full ten seconds, Arthur did nothing but ejaculate.
'...Oh, fuck.'
It was the most he'd ever produced and the most he'd ever felt. His mind kept trying to surface and kept failing, as the pleasure kept crashing back over him every time he thought it was done.
Then, finally silence.
His body went still while the haze began to lift, slow and reluctant, the edges of the room finding their shape again.
Pop.
Vespa pulled off him with a loud, wet sound, sitting back on her heels. When Arthur looked down at her, she opened her mouth wide, tongue out, chin tilted up and showed him.
A full mouthful of cum pooled and glistening on her tongue.
She held it there just long enough for him to see it clearly as she twirl her tongue playing with his cum as if it was a sweet treat..
Then she swallowed. One smooth, unhurried gulp.
Her lips closed. She licked them clean, slow and satisfied, and smiled up at him like she'd just finished the best meal of her life.
"Thanks for the meal, hubby."