Is this how you die?
Probably yes.
With an expertise that could only have been born of countless hours in experience the Bunny raised the glass to her lips, took a sip, and with setting it down to the side to leave her tongue glistening in the amber light, she arched her back against your hug and gratuitiously rubbed her more than ample breasts up- down and then up all along your face.
Two times.
All this, while holding her other hand on your chest as she lowered her constrictive pussy round your throbbing cock slowly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as molten heat enveloped your pulsing rod in a heavenly ecstasy that had your mind blank, your lips hanging open but unable to speak. You hear a soft little sound and feel her butt against your thighs, smooshing your cum-laden ballsacks between the two of you and you almost came right there as you realized you'd fully hilted in her snatch.
She teased you with a wiggle of her hefty breasts and your instincts compelled you to lean forth, lips sealing tight around her tit as your saliva dribbled down your chin and her chest and like a child you began to nurse her- different from a child in the detail that as you sucked her, your pulsing cock was thrusting up and down her tight pussy.
Not the things babies typically do with their mothers, no. Incest is a hotly debated topic spanning mor- back to the story.
So um.
Ah, yes; tits.
It was a furnace down there. Her excitement and your precum flowed freely down the inside of her pale smooth thighs making every smashing of your hips together a lewd, erotic experience as cock and balls strove to impale themselves in a swollen labia and yearning pussy lips. Your fucking was automatic; she pushed down on your chest and rose, your tongue claiming her breasts. Your hands went round to her peachy, bubblebutt, seizing succulent handfuls of flesh to aid in lifting her up. Up and up, hungry digits burning trails of desire up and down your clashing bodies as you rutted into each other with animalistic abandon.
Here, now. Yes right now, I mean it. Here and now with you and her there was no 'making love'. None of that. This was pure SEX. This, was fucking without care. This was a pulsing cock spearing itself in and out of a clenching pussy for the pleasure of both, and this ends rightfully in rope after rope after rope of boiling hot cum spilling into a fertile womb. No refunds.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Rewind!
Back to the lifting, yes.
You lifted her up.
And both knowing this mating dance as old as Man, your movements would stop at the highest point, dick quivering with the anticipation akin to that of a young maiden bent over about to take a man into her ass; she knows it will feel good! But bent over like that, she had no idea when the cock will ram her and make her a cum-guzzling bitch for a day. Not to call you a bitch, but in this position you had no idea when the pussy would drop on you either. There'd be a second when only the bulbous head of your engorged cock connects your two heaving bodies...
... and then she simply take her hands away, slipping them around your neck on the descent as her slim waist slips through your arms and her entire being slams down on your spurting cock, sliding smoothly in a single motion like heat through butter to notch right up to her womb where the sheer size of your meat plus the toned slimness of her tight, compact belly meant that having a cock this far up inside her indented her stomach and a little bump was below her belly button.
Both of you found this incredibly hot.
I also find it hot and I'm not even the one having the sex; I'm just a narrator, mind you.
But you are probably going to die now, yeah. Let's not forget about that.