She had the wrong number, but I liked what I saw. I REALLY liked what I saw. She had some of the bes

She had the wrong number, but I liked what I saw. I REALLY liked what I saw. She had some of the best tits I had ever seen. As I was looking at the picture I noticed my phone would flash every so often. I figured maybe I’d dropped it too many times but I’d deal with it later, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this woman’s chest.

I unconsciously started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I couldn’t stop thinking about how they would feel in my hands, in my mouth. I kept staring at her chest, imagining how I would do anything to see more. I kept stroking myself and staring, feeling so good as I looked deeper into that huge soft cleavage. I wanted nothing more than to rest my face in her chest. To feel so safe in her arms, smothered by her softness. I couldn’t stop stroking, the pleasure was so intense, I needed this mystery woman, I don’t know why but the feeling was taking over my whole body. I was so close to the edge, but I couldn’t get there. I kept stroking and staring…

I noticed the time, over 4 hours had passed since I had gotten those pictures. I completely lost track of the day. My hand was still mindlessly stroking my unsatisfied cock. I wiped a little bit of drool from the side of my mouth, and was about to get up when the phone rang. It was the mystery number. Before I realized, the phone was in my ear and I was receiving further instructions from my goddess.