Big Tits Wine Tasting
Wine Tasting
Everything tasted better drunk from her body. Today it was fine ruby port, and her breasts. He loved her tits, high and firm, but big, more than he could squeeze in one hand. She had wonderful nipples, the areola rosy-brown and smooth, the nipple itself large and responsive. The left one was pierced, a simple ring.
He had her dip it in the glass, then sucked the wine from it, savoring the flavor as it came warm off her skin, the fruity sweetness of it somehow enhanced by her scent. Again, and he licked the drops off the piercing, sucked the ring into his mouth and toyed with it until she gasped.
She anointed the other nipple with her fingers, rivulets running down the lower slope of her breast. He caught them with his tongue before they dripped, or ran onto her torso, trailed his tongue up and caught her nipple in his mouth. He sucked at it, squeezing them both, and she poured the wine across her breasts in teasing runnels, let him chase it. Two hundred dollars a bottle tasted like five hundred coming off her, ripe with the taste of her.
Her kiss tasted of wine. He drank from her lips, bore her over on the table, sending one glass spinning, spilling, and not caring. His cock was out, inside her, before she could even finish the purr of anticipation building in her throat. He took her hard, fast, watching her big tits jounce in hypnotic rhythm.
The wine had left sticky trails here and there, and he licked them away, sucked at her nipples, biting them gently to bring them to full, glorious stiffness. She moaned, rolled her hips against him. They were both close, both very close to coming.
She did, lowering wine-sticky fingers to her clit and rubbing until she exploded, leaving him to drink her cries from her rich mouth as her body spasmed under him. His turn, and he pulled from her urged her to the floor where she leaned back, offering him her breasts.
He slid his cock across them, stroking it, and came, unleashing sticky torrents of come across the smooth slopes, so thick it dripped from her nipples and splashed her thighs. She purred, rubbed it in, took a taste. He toasted her with the last of the wine.
They’d have to have another tasting soon.
~Alexandra Rose~
