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She gyrated in place with a red tube top, and her enormous breasts practically spilled out. The goddess held my hips as she moved to the music. When I finished my drink, I simply dropped my plastic cup onto the floor.
She turned around and stuck her butt out towards me, and I pushed my crotch against her soft flesh. The music was so loud, she needed to scream into my ear to speak to me.
Her lips felt full and soft, and she kissed me hungrily. I held her sides, not quite daring to touch her breasts yet. Then, as we continued kissing, I slipped one hand beneath her tube top.
She stood on her toes, pressing her lips against my ear. There was a poster for the movie Clueless on the wall. The door had barely closed when we started kissing again. Her hands reached down my back, lingering on my butt. We lay kissing on the bed, exploring each other's bodies with our hands. I caressed them lightly with my palms, looking for her nipples with my thumbs. I released her breast and moved upwards, and we kissed again. I gasped, feeling the goddess's hand beneath my dress. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and her fingers probed my sensitive pussy.
But as aroused as I felt, I was still embarrassed about my over-sensitivity. I hadn't actually removed any clothing, I realized.
When she arrived home at nearly dawn, she found me sitting in the hallway against her door, half-asleep with my head against the door frame. It's not unlike listening to your best friend talk about it.
Her pussy felt different than mine - much wetter and looser than I ever got. We lay together for a long time, fingering each other. "Sorry," I said, "that hurts a little." "Oh - should I stop...? Everything else feels good." I focused more on her pleasure.
Meanwhile, the rest of my brain was still occupied by her breast. We kissed a little bit, but mostly our lips and faces just touched. Luckily, the goddess's clit worked perfectly: when I touched it, her whole body responded. Then I felt her lips again, kissing the skin near my ear. " She laughed again and pretended to squeeze her breasts together. I squeezed her body and ran my hand along her bare thigh. Then she leaned in close, wrapping both arms around me... When I masturbate, I still think about this moment sometimes. I wasn't sure how to react, so I just kept holding her. All I wanted was to drink, party, and hook up, like college kids do on TV. She held my waist as we talked, and it felt really good. So we were already half-drunk when we reached the house party. The music was so loud you couldn't hold a conversation. I dream about young mothers with huge, milk-filled tits.