My breasts you cup,

plumping them up

around your cock,

a cleavage cushion

with you sliding

toward my mouth,

which opens for it

as you pinch my nipples

and rock your hips,

slipping your head in and out

of my lips with a pop,

but my tit-stimulation

makes me need you deeper,

opening my throat

for your decent,

I pull your ass on my head,

making you grab

my breasts with a clench,

moving you deeper in then

again and again and again,

until you roar with pleasure

raising the morning sun.