"Go ahead," she cooed softly. "I enjoy it."
I looked down at her welcoming expression. Her wide eyes glistened, and her crimson lips pursed ever so slightly. She slowly ran the tip of her tongue between them.
I must've still seemed uncertain, because she reached out and hefted her left breast in both hands, urging me on.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
That single breast was enormous. I couldn't even venture a guess as to where in the alphabet her cup size lay. It was definitely larger than a basketball.
Her other breast lay in her lap, gravity's pull drawing it down like an elongated teardrop. The weight of it caused the flesh to spread out across her thighs and ripple with every subtle movement.
"Go on. You'll like it," she reassured.
I reached out toward the breast which she held aloft. The pale areola covered at least a third of its surface. A wide, puffy nipple adorned its center.
As my fingertips made first contact with her supple flesh, she shuddered.
She must've sensed my hesitation, because she quickly added, "It's fine," with a seductive smile.
I let my hands press against the billowing weight of that breast, fingers sinking deep into the soft skin. I slowly trailed my right thumb over toward the nipple, feeling the muscles tremble as it moved.
This can't be happening, I told myself.
The tip of my thumb made contact with her erect nipple. The two were nearly equal in size. I pressed lightly, feeling the slight indentation in the tip.
"Go on," she urged. Her eyes were pleading.
She wants this as much as I do. Maybe more.
As my thumb pressed inward, I felt the elastic but firm flesh of her nipple give way, taking the end of the digit inside, enveloping it in a warm embrace.
She bit her lower lip in pleasure, but otherwise made no sound.
