But I wasn't ready to finish yet. Not like this. The build was perfect, the ache turning to ecstasy, but I wanted more—for her, for us. I let it go on for another minute, savoring how she was losing herself, her body shifting restlessly beside mine, thighs rubbing together like she was feeling the echo of pleasure between her legs.

Finally, I tightened my fingers in her hair—just enough to still her. "Wait," I whispered, voice strained. "Stop for a second. Come up here."

She pulled off slowly, reluctantly, her lips leaving me with a soft pop, glistening and swollen. Her eyes were glassy, breath coming in pants as she sat back up beside me, body still pressed close.

"Did I... do something wrong?" she asked, voice husky, a little dazed.

"No," I said, shaking my head, my hand sliding from her hair to cup her jaw. "You were perfect. Too perfect. I just... need to see more of you."

My eyes dropped to her chest, the tight white t-shirt clinging to her like a second skin, the deep V-neck teasing the swell of her cleavage.

It had been driving me crazy from the start, the way it hugged her curves, but now, with her flushed and aroused, it was unbearable.

She bit her lip, glancing down at herself, then back up at me—shy but willing. "Okay," she whispered.

I reached for the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing her stomach as I lifted it slowly—giving her every chance to stop me. She raised her arms without a word, helping me peel it off, the fabric whispering over her skin.

I tossed it aside, and there she was—sitting beside me in just her lace bra, black and delicate, barely containing her.

Her tits were humongous, tight and full, pressing against the lace like they were straining to be free. Round, perfect, with hard nipples poking through the thin material, begging for attention.

The bra was sheer enough to show the faint outline of her areolas, pink and flushed, and the way her breasts rose with each breath made my mouth water.

"Jesus, Aria," I murmured, voice low and rough, my hand coming up to trace the edge of the lace. "These are... incredible. So big, so tight." I cupped one gently, feeling the weight, the firmness—perky despite the size, defying gravity in a way that made my pulse jump.

She shivered under my touch, arching slightly into my hand, a soft gasp escaping her. "Alex..."

As I palmed her, thumb brushing over the lace-covered nipple, a flash hit me—last night, with Brittany. I'd fucked her hard, her tits bouncing under me as I took her from behind, full and heavy but not like this.

Aria's were bigger, tighter, somehow more perfect—higher, firmer, like they were sculpted for my hands.

The thought spiraled: what if I had both of them? Brittany and Aria, side by side, these sexy asses of theirs up in the air, waiting for me. Imagining it—both on all fours, doggystyle, their curves mirroring each other, asses round and inviting.

I'd switch between them, pounding deep, then sliding into their tight assholes, feeling them clench around me, hearing their moans mix as I claimed them both.

Brittany's hot, eager tightness versus Aria's innocent, untouched grip—it would be insane, overwhelming, the ultimate fantasy.

I pushed the thought aside for now, focusing on her.

"Better than anything I've seen," I said, meaning it, my other hand joining to cup both breasts through the lace. They overflowed my palms, so full and responsive.

I squeezed gently, thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden even more under the fabric.

She moaned softly, head tilting back against the sofa, her body pressing closer to mine. "That feels... so good. No one's ever..."

"I know," I whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck, my hands kneading her tits slowly, savoring the weight. "You're so sensitive here. Look at how they respond to me."

I pinched one nipple lightly through the lace, rolling it, and she gasped, her hand reaching out to grip my thigh.

We stayed like that for a minute—me exploring her chest, tracing the lace patterns, squeezing and teasing until her breaths came in short, needy bursts.

Her bra stayed on, but it was barely a barrier, the sheer material letting me feel every inch. She was lost in it again, eyes closed, body arching into my touch like she couldn't get enough.

But the ache in me was building back up, her earlier work leaving me hard and ready. "Aria," I murmured against her skin. "You want to keep going? With your mouth?"

She nodded, eyes opening—dark, hungry. "Yes... please."

I guided her back down gently, her lace-covered tits brushing my thigh as she bent forward again. She took me in her mouth once more, deeper this time, the sight of her massive, tight breasts swaying with each bob pushing me closer to the edge.

The fantasy lingered in the back of my mind—Brittany and Aria together—but for now, it was just her, and that was more than enough.

She took me deeper this time, lips stretching wide around me, sliding down until I hit the back of her throat. A soft gag escaped her—wet, surprised—but she didn't pull off. Instead she held there for a second, eyes watering just a little as she looked up at me, that innocent hunger burning brighter.

Then she backed off slow, tongue dragging hard along the underside, saliva trailing from her lips to the tip in a shiny string.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair—not forcing, just anchoring. "Take it like that again. Deeper if you can."

She did. Eager now, like my words flipped a switch. Down she went, throat opening a little more, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder.

The wet sounds filled the quiet office—sloppy, obscene, her mouth working me with messy enthusiasm. Spit coated me, dripping down to her hand at the base, making every stroke slick and loud.

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