For the most part this had been a very good experience, and had helped her to avoid the stress and embarrassment of being constantly ogled, her online friends having no clue about her extreme endowment. However, in all her browsing, she had also come across something that every young person soon finds online. Pornography. Down that rabbit hole had come an exposure to ideas and kinks that the young Jennifer had never dreamed of in her wildest pubescent fantasies. She saw her first cock in high-definition detail, wide eyes taking it in upon her screen. In videos and pictures, she found women with breasts even larger than her own, giving her a certain sense of security in knowing she wasn't the only one in the world who was so extremely endowed. As she continued to browse, she had homed in on the things that turned her blow job on most, finding them from amid the limitless spectrum of debauchery available online. Certain fetishes attracted her over and over, slowly sticking to her growing sexuality and becoming integral parts of it. Unsurprisingly, these kinks had all focused heavily upon her breasts. It was time to reposition again. Knowing her routine by heart, Jennifer felt a faint sense of trepidation, fully expecting this pose to be the hardest 40 seconds of her day. Straightening up, she carefully moved her entire body into a long vertical line, arms upraised and legs together. Then, precariously balancing on one foot, she tilted her torso forward and one leg back, until her entire body was a lopsided 'T' shape with her horny pelvis forming the juncture. The position made the wet fabric of her yoga pants rub up against her pantiless pussy, and her heavy breasts threatened to pull her off balance as they hung. Her supporting leg trembled, making her chest jiggle and causing little waves of pain to move through her, oral which in turn sent shivers of arousal up her spine. Jennifer let herself begin to moan as she held the pose, softly and repetitively, focusing on the throbbing in her chest and pussy. A current of pain and pleasure sparked between them like negative and positive terminals on a battery, surging with each beat of her heart. It was impossible to count how many times over her life she'd cum to a video of breast abuse, watching a girl with tits like hers getting them beaten and bruised, pierced or cut, whipped or tied. Some of this she'd carefully tried on herself while alone. These experiments had quickly lead her to discover something about herself, a revelation that appeared in her mind as she choked on cries of pain, tears running down her cheeks while she came harder than she ever had in her life. While she'd known she was a masochist almost as soon as she'd found BDSM porn, she'd learned that hurting her tits turned her on like nothing else. Perhaps because of the sexual attention they garnered, her breasts had become something obscene in her mind, a nexus for all her perverted desires and feelings. As she explored her masochism more and more, Jennifer slowly became fascinated with the idea of being mistreated homemade because of her huge tits, addressed and used like some sex toy instead of a person. Though she'd refrained from relationships, she found that she loved the idea of being someone's slut, worth no more than the pleasure her body could give. In her fantasies, her breasts marked her for what she was, and were a focal point of any degradation and mistreatment at the hands of her master. When she was feeling particularly horny and experimental, she'd write filthy things on them in marker, or practice giving submissive titjobs to one of her dildos, spitting onto her cleavage for lubrication. Finally reaching the count of forty, Jennifer let her trembling body relax out of the torturous posture. A small whine escaped her lips as she placed her back foot against the ground once more, forming an upside-down 'V' with her legs. The shift of weight had made her chest throb, but it was nothing compared to the pain that ran through her when she next moved, twisting her torso to the side and spreading her arms. One hand touched her forward foot, the other trembling arm pointed up towards the ceiling. As her breasts had gone from hanging straight down to hanging almost sideways, they'd bounced against each other, sending such an ache of agony facial through Jennifer that she almost collapsed. I let her choke the life out of me a little longer before I played my hand, and draped her mother’s necklace over my face. All of us would be going home next Saturday, in just another week school would start. He reminded himself however to ask Silk what the look horny was for later. "No" “Michael . . . They shower together and then retire to their separate bedrooms to nap and recharge. The first round of sex was done, the men needed to recover so the three girls turned to me for a little play. And you know, a girl knows what a girl wants and what feels good to another girl. He took one out and sniffed it. What an odd way to seal a deal. “Is there something that can be done legally to retrieve my personal belongings from my now EX-GIRLFRIEND?” Erin inquired, making sure Miss Singleton got the point that facial her EX was undoubtedly a girl. By the end of our kiss, oral although neither of us quite knew how, both of us were completely naked. I was just getting to know it” she giggled. homemade I hated you. I took her hand out. He deftly unfastened the gag in Layla’s mouth and tossed it aside. First thing in the morning, nature calls and all that.” "It shouldn't take that long. “Bring that beautiful arse over here.” “Oh, well, ya know. He couldn’t believe his luck. You have to go and fuck yourself now?" Dawn felt the cock grow and pulled back as he shot his load into her mouth. I saw why she was a little apprehensive, she had on blow job a little white thong. I looked at Lorraine, filled with terror.