Still gagged, I could only roll my eyes in a pantomime of unbelievable excess. Trudi giggled gleefully. “Well get ready then, slave. Now I’m going to let you into my beautiful bosom!”
She poured more oil, this time between her big round soft-but-firm double-D knockers. While I goggled again in amazement, she swung around and straddled my head. Granting me an exquisitely close-up look at her beautifully shaved and divinely shaped v****a, she leaned forward then and squeezed my burning member deep into her incomparable cleavage. Then rapidly up and down she pumped me – the first titty f**k of my entire life – and I nearly swooned at the incredible sensations.
As I intimated before, Mistress’ breasts are normally strictly off limits. Of course she enjoys flaunting them before me. On a body
