Ode to the Titty-Fuck

I notice my man, getting so antsy,
It’s not rocket science or overly fancy.
Business is closed, between my legs,
Need to release, he repeatedly begs.

A blowie is out, my jaws are sore,
After sucking him off, well past four.
No handjob offer, after typing that paper,
So I offer him up, an alternative caper.

I have the answer, as he looks at my tits,
A place for his penis, he knows that it fits.
The choice has been made, with his devilish grin.
He’s a boob man and always has been,

No time to dally and no time to stall,
I unbutton my blouse, then take off my bra,
He’s lickin his lips, from the sight of each breast,
And knows that soon, it’s where his dick shall rest.

Not a complicated man, likes keeping it simple,
He starts with a lick, upon each nipple.
Kisses the areoles, slow and soft,
Making them damp, like a quick dipped cloth.

Now my nips are hard as steel,
Could slice his tongue, with just one feel.
Could I orgasm, well maybe?
If he sucks harder, just like a baby.

Now it’s time, to proceed,
Straddle my chest, with his knees.
Should he spit, use an assortment of lubes?
To help it glide, between my boobs.

Astroglide, was the grease he chose,
Squeeze them together, I strike the pose.
Rubbing his head, into the folds,
Smooth skin waiting, his dick he holds.

Softly he pushes, it begins to slide,
Every inch vanished, a successful hide.
My perky tits, supple and firm,
A perfect pocket, for his swollen worm.

Back and forth, be begins to thrust,
Screwing my jugs, increasing his lust.
Humping and pumping, he does not lag,
Inside my cleavage, his balls do drag.

Rising up, he attacks them higher,
I press harder, making them tighter.
He gets ready, veins bulging neck,
Between my breasts, he does wreck.

Let’s change it up, he flips around,
Ass to my face, cock points to my mound.
I tongue his hole, as it’s moving.
To his dong, my boobs are soothing.

It’s almost time, he switches back,
Conventional way, to fuck my rack.
He’s huffin and puffin, nostrils flared,
Sloppy slappin, no one cared.

Hands atop mine, added support,
Hips moving, there’s no abort.
My mashed boobs, provides the wedge,
Now filthy talk, puts him over the edge.

Fuck them harder, you dirty bastard,
They’re your slave, and you’re their master.
My young balloons, are your hole,
Cum covering, is your goal.

My open mouth, target ready,
Shoots his gooey, warm confetti.
A jerk and grunt, like a bull,
My neck and chest are completely full.

Hands down, breasts snap in place,
My entire chest, covered in paste.
He climbs off, me and the bed,
A decision now, trapped in my head.

Should I use, my finger and thumb,
And eat up all, that delicious cum?
Rubbing it in, was my decision,
My tits absorb, with great precision.

From that protein, my skin stays young,
Good thing, my man is hung.
Keeping them smooth, isn’t dumb luck,
It’s from many and many, a titty-fuck.