Confessions of a Virgin’s Obsession: Ravaging Annabelle’s Massive Breasts

My apartment gleamed, scrubbed clean that afternoon. May 4, 1996. Heart hammered as we walked back from the pizzeria. Her eyes locked mine over tagliatelle, promising fire. Door clicked shut. Alone. Finally. She sat on the bed, peeled off her gilet. I dropped beside her. Lips crashed. Soft at first, then hungry. Tongues twisted, wet heat exploding. Hands gripped her ass through pants, slid up. That valley. Those mountains I’d stalked for months in amphis, dreaming, aching. Pulled her sweater off. Stunned. Black lace bra barely contained them. Firm, defiant. I stripped bare. They sprang free. Massive, proud peaks thrust up. Dark wide aureoles. Nipples rigid, begging. Palms engulfed them. Heavy, warm flesh yielded, overflowed. Squeezed hard. Shook them. Watched them jiggle, slap together. Buried face in cleavage. Sweat-slick skin burned my cheeks. Sucked one nipple deep, teeth grazing. Switched. Her fingers clawed my hair. Grunts escaped her. Pulse thundered in my ears. Cock throbbed, leaking. This was it. The fever peaked. No more waiting.

She pushed my head down. Over navel, to the wild bush. Pants yanked off. Soaked white thong strained against thick curls spilling everywhere. Ripe musk hit me, dizzying. Rolled it down. Legs splayed wide. Dew glistened on black forest. Parted the tangle. Vermilion lips swelled, clit hooded pink. Dove in. Tongue lapped from taint to hood. Salty-sweet nectar flooded my mouth. Fingers plunged into velvet heat. Two, then her curled index joined. She bucked, moaned raw. Bit her lip bloody. Sucked that clit hard. Her thighs quivered, clamped my skull. Rales built to screams. I couldn’t wait. Rose up. She was wrecked beauty. Breasts heaving lower now, still hypnotic. Jeans gone. My shaft iron-hard, veins pulsing. Guided in slow. Inch by scorching inch into her gash. Gripped hips. Thrust deep. She locked ankles on my back. Slammed home. Breasts flailed wild with each pound. Heart exploded. Sweat poured. Grunts animal. Built fast, too fast. Erupted. Jets scorched her belly. She howled long, shuddered bliss.

The Burning Obsession Builds

Stayed buried, sexes fused slick. Glowed in conquest. Kissed every inch. Neck, arms, thighs. But those tits. Swollen, glistening from my spit. One glance, revived me. Sucked peaks till she writhed. Fucked again. Slower, deeper. Her nails raked my back bloody. Third time, she begged fatigue. Ignored. Kneaded those royals till she yielded. Waves crashed endless. Dawn crept. Exhausted tangle. Skin fever-hot still. Breaths synced ragged. Possessed her fully. No more dreams. Real. Volcanic. Eternal.