Puppy-Faced Cutie on the Hotel Lobby Sofa
Anyway, I write it down knowing it'll get buried. With time at a complete standstill, whether I did it outside today or "anywhere inside, I wasn't too fussy about it. But you know, after getting used to doing it on soft beds or sofas lately, I've come to realize the hassle of hard surfaces.
"Eh, that's why today's spot is inside the hotel."
I didn't even need a room. There was a comfy sofa right in front of the front desk, and that was plenty. I dragged this youthful-looking woman with her deep cleavage in from outside and plopped her down on the lobby sofa. Well, less "dragged" and more "carried"—that's the vibe.
"So, shall we start with these big tits of yours?"
What caught my eye first was, obviously, those breasts. Her cute, puppy-like baby face clashed perfectly with her low-cut top that plunged deep into her cleavage. Any guy would stare.
"Wonder how big they really are. Kinda exciting."
I unbuttoned the blouse on the woman seated on the sofa, revealing her bra-strapped chest. "Hah, looks so stuffy in there. Let me set 'em free..."
The moment I unhooked her bra...
"Ah..."
I couldn't hide my disappointment at the size staring back at me. Padded bra, huh... Up until now, every busty woman I'd eyed had real deal boobs even after stripping. So encountering my first padding? Utter devastation.
"For real, what the actual fuck?"
How does someone trick people like this? If they'd been even decently sized, I wouldn't be this pissed. But this? Padding nonexistent tits to fake it. Unless you're an A-cup stuffing to E-cup levels, what the hell is this shit?
"Life feels so empty."
Sure, there are guys who'd call me pathetic for whining about tits. But this girl? I picked her purely for those boobs. Tiny tits on a boob-picked girl? That's peak tragedy.
I couldn't just re-dress her cleavage and dump her back outside, though.
"Well, since we're here... might as well enjoy it."
I like big tits, sure, but that doesn't mean I hate small ones. A little disappointing, yeah, but hey, they're not completely flat like a board.
"Mmm..."
I reached out and cupped the breasts hidden inside the padding. Soft, warm, squishy. Like groping a kid's butt... nah, scratch that comparison. Point is, pale and velvety smooth. Pudding made from milk—that kind of texture.
"Bouncy and nice."
I started kneading her full breasts, squeezing them together in the middle out of curiosity. I teased her pink nipples with light circles, tickling them. Tiny areolas, perfect pink—straight out of an AV flick.
"Time for a taste."
I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth, feeling that slight firmness mixed with softness unique to nips. Slurp—pop— My tongue traced circles around the areola, starting from the edge and slowly closing in on the nipple.
Smack— Finally reaching it, I sucked the whole thing into my mouth. Hard and fast, then released it with a pop. I grabbed it again, tormenting it playfully while hiking up her skirt and rubbing her panties—yep, soaked through.
"Hng, feeling good, huh?"
I spat out the nipple I'd been rolling like candy and trailed my mouth from her chest downward. Kisses, licks, heading south. Until I reached her pussy.
Sniiiif—
That thick, distinctive pussy scent hit me. Urine tang, her natural musk, mixed with the sour edge of her juices—creating something intoxicatingly weird.
"Not bad at all. Hell, it's actually good."
Not everyone's cup of tea, but this aroma? It cranks my dial way up. My cock, half-mast from her tits, sprang fully to life.
"Reliable performance."
I smirked, admiring the shaved pussy right in front of me. Normally I'd glance and move on, but a bald one like this? Worth savoring.
"Does she get waxed regularly?"
Genetic hairlessness? Nah, even then, total baldness here is rare. "Still, damn clean."
Like she'd just gotten waxed—my hand glided over without a single prickle. Her neat, plump lips felt plush and jiggly. I poked them firmly, savoring the softness. That delightful give you don't get from average pussies. Rare, cushy bliss.
"Must be comfy for sex."