This choice: She leans forward, burying your face in her cleavage. • Go Back...Chapter #3She leans forward, burying your face in her cle... by: Unknown Your scream turns to a muffled noise as Angela shoves her cleavage into your face, cutting off your air.
"Ahh...that tickles." Angela laughs, feeling the movement of your jaw against her breasts. She presses in harder for a few seconds until you stop trying to scream. Just when you feel the need to breathe, she eases up, pulling her tits a bit away from your face.
You gasp for air, trying to figure out what's going on while you have the chance. "Why...are you... doing this?"
Angela's face takes on an expression of mock pouting. "Are you just going to complain? Don't you like my boobs?" One of her hands reaches back behind her and down to your groin, fondling your penis through your pants.
Despite your current state of shock and confusion, you get rock-hard almost immediately, likely an after-effect of having a pair of breasts mashed against your face.
Angela laughs again, sounding pleased. "Looks like you do, even if you aren't admitting it."
She starts rubbing your cock lightly through your pants with one hand, legs straddling your body. Her remaining hand grabs the back of your head pushing your face into her cleavage yet again.
You struggle for a bit, aware that you're in the middle of your friend's living room with your friend's mom sitting on your chest. Angela is overweight and more than twenty years older than you, and you also have no idea how you'd explain this situation to Amy if she saw you in it.
Your struggles get you nowhere with Angela's 200 pounds of weight straddling your gut, and you feel as weak as a baby due to the feeling of Angela's hand rubbing you through your pants.
As your resistance fades, Angela begins rubbing you more vigorously, but still without anywhere near enough force to let you cum. "Good boy, just lie back and get used to being my slave."
You start to drowsily make a reply, but Angela's breasts push into your face, cutting off your words. "You should let your tongue rest, it's going to be pretty busy from now on."
With that, Angela pulls her weight back, causing her tits to leave the immediate vicinity of your face. Her hand on your groin stops moving, but remains where it is, putting a light pressure on your erection.
Despite yourself, you lightly thrust your hips upwards trying to stimulate your penis against her hand. "Bad boy, looks like I'll have to give you a little training so you don't go around humping things without my permission."
She smiles seductively. "I've got just the tool for the job." Leaning over, she reaches into a bag by the edge of the couch pulling out...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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