... they’re the size of grandpa’s Winnebago. They’re two enormous sexy balloons of flesh and just looking at them is getting me sexually aroused. Their size, their shape. The size and colour of those nipples and their hardness; they are the most perfect specimens of preteen mammary’s that could possibly exist.”
Gwen stared down at him, almost dumbfounded. She had never heard anyone say anything so beautiful about her body before. Ben had never paid her so many compliments in one go before. Even if they had been delivered under the threat of pain they still reached her and made a smile spread on her face. “Oh Ben. Thank you.”
She loosened the grip of her fist and shifted and changed it. She pulled him in close, pressing him between her breasts in an extremely weird mismatched hug, sing her hands instead of her arms to hold him close to her body. Ben could hardly breath as he was squashed between the two fleshy mountains. They were a lot more firm than they looked but still had a little give as he rubbed his hands over them. He was panicking, waving his arms around, trying to get Gwen’s attention. He did just that, but not in the way he wanted. The rubbing and pressure at the base of her young tits, and her body already aroused after her interrupted masturbation, new waves of pleasure began to build up inside her and her pussy jumped out of ...