A Thing for Bras

She
has a thing for bras.
My lovely, luscious lady
has a thing for bras,
Plus-Size bras, soft-cup bras, wire-free bras. She
has a thing for bras because
her massive torso-sized nurse-bosom has a thing for me.
And she
has a thing for doing things with bras because
her deep, undulating breast-valley
has a thing for doing freaky things to me
all night. The exquisite sight of
her two tremendous, pendulous love-breasts
always delights me. Her numerous undulating gallons of orgasmic bliss-bosom
always excite me. But this time, she
overwhelmed me with an out-of-nowhere surprise.
The moment she saw my manhood rise while I gazed
at the immense size of her massive nurse-bosom
quivering with unrestrained passion under her favorite soft-cup bra, she
made me straddle her supple waist, then she
took my tower and tucked it gently, deliciously
underneath that wonderful thing called her bra, feeding my full length
into the warm, bottomless, undulating, satisfying depths
of her deep, thirsty breast-valley,
the soft underside of her sumptuous bra caressing the base of me,
the heat of her sweet cleavage jealously embracing the length of me,
and her deep moans of bliss filling me with ecstasy.
I had no idea
she had this sweet, sexy thing for bras,
her loving voice moaning with orgasmic bliss
every time my rivers of love-seed exploded
deep inside her bountiful bra-covered breast-valley,
her massive, undulating nurse-breasts savoring my every thrust,
night after night, her pendulous love-bosom
always yearning for me, always receiving me,
always satisfying me, always being satisfied by me,
faithfully. She
has a thing for bras.

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