She started sucking me again while she loosened the knot of her halter top, exposing her natural, gorgeous breasts. Leaning forward she placed my dick...between her cleavage and started to tit fuck me. She cupped her hands around her nipples and applied just the right amount of pressure as her mouth was eagerly waiting to suck my head each time I pushed up. The warm saliva from her tongue was lubricating her chest, making the feeling intense. Once again I was getting close and needed to make sure. You really do love being my slave don't you?"All I can do is nod. My body will not let me lie; it is there right in front of them. So much pussy juice."Right now, I want you to play with your clit, keep rubbing it until I tell you to stop," says Donna. “You have to keep looking in my eyes the whole time.”It only takes a moment for me to feel my orgasm building. I want to close my eyes to enjoy my body but Donna quietly says, "Stop." Please mistress don't make me stop, I need to cum I am so. She was beautiful, about 5’6” in height, long black thick hair till her hips, beautiful lips, big beautiful eyes, fair skin, and her structure seemed juicy, from the initial view for the first time it seemed as if her breasts could be 36-38, waist like maybe around 30-32 and hips as well about 38, sweet voice and a magical smile… she was covered in sweat when she opened the door, probably she was working before I arrived and then everything about her was so perfect that I liked her.She asked me. ”Did he know I wasn’t talking about the dairy? That little smirk remained on his wide lips. He had a wolfish look about him. He had freckles. His blue eyes matched his milk man uniform.I opened the paper bag, slipped out the block of butter wrapped in waxed paper, leaned forward, and put my elbows on the tabletop. My breasts hung against my dress. They’re not small breasts. They make an impression. I unwrapped the butter from its waxed paper. I took my time about it and let him have a good long.