Chapter 935: Filthy Tit-Fuck Climax

I reached down—slow, deliberate—and cupped both heavy breasts through the open shirt. Fuck, they were perfect. Overflowing my palms, soft and warm, the weight of them makes my cock twitch harder in anticipation.

I squeezed once—firm, possessive—thumbs digging into the plush upper swells until she let out a low, throaty moan that vibrated straight to my balls.

"Jack... oh god..." Her voice was wrecked, a mix of shame and raw want, her hips shifting subtly on the tile as if her pussy was clenching around nothing.

"Do you... " Want me to remove the bra?" she asked shyly, voice quivering, eyes locked on my throbbing cock where it bobbed inches from her lips.

I shook my head, voice rough. "No. Keep it on. I want to fuck your tits with the bra squeezing me... making it tighter... dirtier."

Her moan deepened—high and filthy, echoing off the bathroom walls—as I pushed her breasts together harder, mashing the soft flesh into a deep, plush channel. The lace edges scratched teasingly against my skin as I guided my cock forward.

The swollen head—dark, leaking—nudged the warm valley between her tits first, smearing a sticky trail of precum across the inner curves.

I thrust—slow and deliberate—shoving my thick, veined length straight through the open buttons of her shirt and sliding it deep into her bra.

The underwire resisted at first, elastic digging in like a vice, but I forced it anyway—feeling the satin cups stretch and hug the sides of my cock while her silky cleavage swallowed the rest.

It was so fucking tight: the bra’s constriction milking me from all angles, veins pulsing against the lace, her soft tits molding around every ridge like a custom-fitted sleeve.

I could see the head peeking out from the top of her cleavage—glistening, angry red—then disappearing again as I pulled back.

On the next shove forward, I went deeper, the full girth stretching her bra to its limits, the fabric creaking faintly under the strain. Yuko gasped—a sharp, needy sound—then moaned long and low, her hands flying up to press her tits even tighter around me.

"It’s... so big... filling me up between them... I can feel it throbbing against my skin..." she whimpered, voice breaking into tiny, shy moans every time the head bumped the underside of her chin.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My left hand slid up, fingers threading into the dark silk of her hair at the nape of her neck. I gripped firmly—not cruel, but possessive—tilting her head back just enough so her eyes met mine. Wide, glassy, shimmering with lust and surrender. Her lips parted on a soft, trembling exhale.

"Eyes on me, Sister Yuko," I growled low. "Watch what your tits are doing to my cock."

Then I started moving my hips in earnest.

Short, rolling thrusts at first—testing the slick, spit-drenched channel—then longer, deeper strokes that made her massive breasts bounce slightly with each impact. The bra cups strained, lace edges digging into the sides of my cock, creating delicious friction that had me groaning through clenched teeth.

Every forward plunge buried my length completely between her tits; every pull-back dragged the veined underside along the warm, wet valley until only the swollen head remained trapped, glistening with her drool and my precum.

Yuko’s shy moans spilled out in broken little bursts—high-pitched, embarrassed, but unmistakably aroused.

"Ah... nnh... Jack... it’s... so deep... mmmh..." Each thrust punched a new sound from her throat—soft, needy whimpers that grew louder, more desperate as I picked up speed. Her hands squeezed harder, mashing her breasts together until the pressure was almost painful—perfectly milking every inch of me.

The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of cock sliding through spit-slick cleavage echoed louder than our breathing, louder than the buzzing fluorescent light overhead.

I tightened my grip in her hair, using it as leverage to angle her head exactly where I wanted—keeping her gaze locked on the obscene sight of my thick cock disappearing and reappearing between her tits.

The head kept bumping her chin, her lower lip, leaving shiny streaks of precum across her skin. She didn’t flinch. Instead, her tongue flicked out again—tentative at first, then bolder—lapping at the leaking slit every time it emerged, tasting the salty mix of us both.

"Fuck... good girl," I rasped, hips snapping faster. "Lick it. Taste how hard you make me."

Her moan turned into a muffled whine against the head on the next upstroke. "Mmmph... salty... hot... your cock... ruining me..."

The pace turned brutal—short, punishing thrusts that made her breasts jiggle and slap together around my girth.

The bra was soaked now—dark patches spreading from her spit, my precum, the sheer friction heat. Every stroke dragged obscene, wet noises from the tight channel; every pull-back left strings of saliva and precum connecting her tits to my cock like filthy webs.

I felt it building—low, heavy pressure coiling in my balls, the base of my spine tingling.

"Yuko... I’m close," I warned, voice gravel. "Gonna cum all over these perfect fucking tits."

Her eyes widened—pupils blown, lashes wet—but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed her breasts even tighter, whimpering shyly, "Please... Jack... do it... mark me... make them yours..."

That did it.

I yanked her head back a fraction more—enough to see her flushed face, parted lips, trembling chin—and slammed forward one last time, burying myself as deep as the bra would allow. My cock pulsed violently between her tits, veins throbbing against the satin and lace.

Then I came.

Hard.

The first thick rope erupted from the slit, shooting up and splattering across the upper swell of her left breast, painting a white stripe over pink lace. She gasped—high and shocked—but her hands kept squeezing, milking me through it.

The second spurt hit her right tit, thick and hot, dripping down the inner curve and soaking into the already-drenched fabric. Rope after rope followed—hot, heavy jets that coated her cleavage, streaked across the tops of her breasts, ran in slow rivulets down the valley between them, pooling in the creases where bra met skin.

Her blouse was ruined—white stains blooming across the open front, semen seeping through lace and satin until the cups clung transparently to her nipples. Cum dripped from the underside of her tits, sliding down her stomach, spotting the tile between her knees.