Chapter 80: (80)Softness
Daniel decided the teasing had gone on long enough.
He locked his hungry eyes on the heavy, spit-marked breasts in front of him and went straight for the main course.
His left hand shot forward and fisted a thick, tight handful of Elise’s silky black hair. With one powerful, merciless yank he hauled her upward. Her slick, sweat-damp back scraped hard against the cold mirror glass with a wet sliding sound as she was forced onto her shaky heels. The sudden pull sent sharp, stinging tingles racing across her entire scalp. Her eyes flew wide with pain and a muffled, high-pitched, broken groan tore from behind her palms.
"AHHH—!"
Daniel gave her zero time to recover or adjust.
The moment her wobbly legs were under her, those bare, heavy breasts were right in front of his face — full, soft, slightly swaying with every shaky breath, the dark-pink nipples stiff, puffy, and begging. He pounced like a starving man.
His mouth opened wide and latched onto her left breast with greedy, wet force. He tried to take as much of the massive soft flesh as he could, cheeks hollowing deeply as he sucked hard enough to make wet, filthy sounds. It was impossible to fit the entire tit into his mouth — she was simply too big, too overflowing — but the warm, jiggling, spit-slick softness that did fill him made his cock throb violently inside his pants. He groaned against her skin, the vibration traveling straight into her nipple. His tongue immediately swirled and pressed around the stiff bud before he sucked it deep between his lips and tugged hard, stretching it.
At the same time his right hand attacked her other breast without any gentleness. Thick fingers sank deep into the overflowing soft meat, squeezing and kneading until the flesh bulged obscenely between his digits. He lifted the heavy globe, mashed it against her chest, then pinched the dark nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it roughly, twisting just enough to make her hips jerk.
Elise’s muffled moans turned higher, wetter, and more desperate behind her hands. Her body trembled hard against the mirror. Every strong, wet suck on her left nipple sent sharp sparks of forced pleasure shooting straight down to her still-brutalised, juice-soaked cunt. The rough mauling of her right breast only made the heat worse. Her knees threatened to buckle again, but the fist locked in her hair kept her upright and arched toward his hungry mouth like an offering.
Daniel feasted openly and filthy.
He released the left nipple with a loud, wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips to the shiny, reddened bud for a second before breaking. He dragged his broad, wet tongue in a long, slow, deliberate stripe across the soft underside of the heavy breast, licking up the sweat and his own spit, then latched on again even harder, sucking deep enough to leave a dark, claiming mark. His hand never stopped working the other side — squeezing, lifting, giving light, firm slaps that made the soft flesh jiggle and ripple, then going back to twisting and pulling the sensitive nipple until Elise’s hips twitched and rolled involuntarily against nothing.
Thick spit ran down from the corner of his mouth and over the curve of her breast in shiny trails. He licked it up greedily, tongue flat and wet, then moved to the deep valley between them, dragging his tongue through the earlier trail of his own saliva before returning to her nipple for another strong, filthy suck.
Elise’s eyes were glassy and half-lidded, filled with a storm of burning shame, the sharp pain from the hair-pull, and the overwhelming, unwilling pleasure that kept forcing soft, broken, slutty sounds past her palms. Her free breast bounced and swayed under his rough hand. The one trapped in his mouth was being thoroughly claimed — sucked, lightly bitten, licked all over, and marked with spit and dark hickeys.
Daniel showed no intention of stopping anytime soon.
He switched sides without warning, mouth latching onto the right breast this time with the same greedy hunger while his hand took over the left, continuing the same filthy, thorough worship of her married tits against the mirror.
His right hand finally left her breast.
It slid down the soft curve of her waist, over her hip, and grabbed a thick, greedy handful of her fat ass through the tiny black micro-skirt. He squeezed hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh until it overflowed between them, making her entire body jerk and a fresh muffled whimper escape.
At the same time he switched targets with his mouth once more.
He released her nipple with another wet sound and moved to the other. First he pressed a slow, open-mouthed, spit-slick kiss directly onto the dark-pink bud. Then his tongue rolled in slow, deliberate, wet circles over the wide pink areola, coating it thoroughly until it shone. Only after that did he latch on and suck — deep, rhythmic, greedy pulls, the way a hungry child would nurse desperately for milk. His tongue kept flicking, pressing, and swirling against the stiff nipple while he sucked hard enough to hollow his cheeks.
While his mouth worked her tits, both of his hands moved to her skirt.
He rolled the tiny black fabric upward, bunching it higher and higher in rough tugs until it was gathered tightly around her waist like a belt. The cool air of the changing room immediately kissed her newly exposed skin, making her shiver. Her massive, fat ass pressed flush against the hard, cold mirror with a soft thud. Her free thighs and the soaked, darkened crotch of her panties came fully into view under the bright lights.
Her thighs were clenched tightly together, rubbing restlessly and wetly against each other as the little pink vibrator continued to nudge weakly inside her clamped, dripping cunt. Daniel’s sole and toes were still wet and shiny with the thick, sticky juices she had already leaked all over them earlier.
He grabbed both of her ass cheeks with his large hands and spread them wide open, pulling the soft, heavy flesh apart until the thin strip of her soaked panties stretched tight between them.
Elise shivered hard. A full-body spasm ran through her from the sudden exposure and the cold glass against her overheated skin. The wet, slick black lace of her panties felt suddenly freezing against her burning cunt under the AC — the sharp contrast making her hips twitch and roll. Her neck arched back until the back of her head hit the mirror with a soft thud. Her eyes flew wide open as she felt his slippery, hot, snake-like tongue continuing to worship her breasts — long, wet, thorough strokes licking every inch of soft flesh, leaving both tits shiny, spit-coated, and marked.
Behind her, his hands never stopped their rough play.
He mauled her fat ass without any mercy, fingers sinking deep into the soft, plush cheeks, pulling them apart as wide as they would go, then letting them bounce and jiggle back together only to spread them even wider again. The motion made her tight little asshole flutter and visibly wink under the thin, wet strip of her panties. Daniel’s palms sank into the warm, heavenly softness again and again. He kept spreading, squeezing, kneading, and occasionally giving firm, open-handed slaps that made the heavy cheeks ripple and bounce against the cold mirror before he forced them open once more.
Daniel showed no sign of slowing down.
He kept sucking, licking, spreading, slapping, and mauling — thoroughly claiming both her heavy, spit-shined breasts and her thick, jiggling ass while she stood trembling, leaking, and desperately trying to stay quiet against the mirror.