Hot girl putting her perfect tits in his face – Myst Duo

The sultry blonde bombshell sauntered into the dimly lit bedroom, her hips swaying with each step like a metronome keeping perfect time. Myst clutched the doorframe, her manicured fingers digging into the wood as she beheld the sight before her. The man lying on the bed, his chest bare and heaving with anticipation, his eyes-wide and glued to her every move.

She smiled coyly, her ruby red lips stretching into a seductive grin. Myst zeroed in on her prey, strutting towards him with feline grace and predatory precision. The esquire gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as he watched her approach.

When Myst reached the bed, she hovered over him, her ample cleavage spilling out from the confines of her lacy black bra. She bent forward, her breasts dangling mere inches from his face. The hunk could barely contain himself.

In one swift move, Myst unclasped her bra and flung it aside. Her perfect tits bounced free, two round globes of heavenly flesh with pink pebbled nipples. The man licked his lips, his eyes glazing over in lustful admiration.

Myst grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into her chest. Cold, rigid flesh pressed against his cheeks as she mashed his face with her exposed breasts. He let out a throaty groan, surrendering to the ecstasy of her milky mounds enveloping his senses.

While holding his face in her breasty prison, Myst began to slowly grind herself against the erection straining against his pants. She was putting on a naughty, tit-centric show and taking his face as a plaything.

The bed creaked as she rocked her hips faster, her perfect tits rubbing against his nose and cheeks with increasing urgency and zest. The hunk could feel the sweat on her chest as it gleamed in the soft light. Myst’s breath grew ragged, matching the man’s racing heartbeat thumping against her skin.

Just as the scene reached a fever pitch of raw lust, Myst suddenly extracted herself and stood tall at the foot of the bed once more. Her breasts heaved with exertion, the smooth globes glistening from the sheen of her skin. She looked at him, his face comically flushed and covered in cleavage marks, and flashed him a wicked grin.

The man made to sit up, desperate to remove his pants and satisfy the growing ache in his groin. But Myst put out her hand in a silencing, stop motion. She pointed to the floor, telling him without words to come worship at her altar of flesh.

He scrambled to obey, sliding off the bed and onto his knees before her. Myst stepped closer, until her groin pressed into his face. The heady scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with unchecked desire. He began to kiss at her python skin tight pants once more, craving more of her attentions.

Myst reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping tight as she dragged his face against the dampened fabric of her crotch. The bulge of her womanhood rubbed back and forth, teasing him with its proximity but never delivering the release he sought. This hot girl was playing hard to get.

Just as the poor sap began to whimper and paw at the waistband of her pants, Myst’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. With reluctance, she removed his needy face from her heat and reached for the device on the nightstand. It was her girlfriend.

After a quick conversation, she hung up and turned back to the man, face flushed with a different kind of heat. “That was my girlfriend,” Myst informed him with a smirk. “She says hi.”

The man blinked, his fogged brain trying to process the meaning. He wasn’t sure if he should be jealous or envious of the girlfriend. His confusion only enhanced Myst’s perverse pleasure.

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