I still fantasize about you, Robyn

In my favorite morning-wood fantasy, you are fully made up, with hoop earrings and jangly bracelets and painted nails, your hair is up, you're wearing frosted lipstick and you are smoking hot. You are wearing tight, high-waisted dark jeans and red high heels. And you do not have a top on, showing off your bangin big boobs. You turn toward me, lower your head and fix my gaze with your dark, steamy eyes. You beckon me forward with your red-tipped index finger and your pouty pink lips slowly and dramatically mouth the sexiest words I have never heard: "Cum on my tits." You are seated on a vanity pouf with your legs swiveled to the side, knees together. I unbuckle my belt and take my jeans and boxers down to my knees. My dick bobs free, already raging hard for you. You pour a palmful of baby oil and slowly, smoothly spread it over your big tits until they shimmer and jiggle. "Start jacking off to my tits," you command. "You know you love my big boobs. You think about me, nude and horny, playing with my big tits, every time you jack off." "Uh huh," is all I can grunt, mesmerized by your sexy hot body and swaying, glistening tits. Just the sight of you makes my dick the biggest, the hardest, the purpliest, the shiniest it has ever been. I look like an excited teenager who finally has the house to himself with his favorite stroke magazine. Youre my sexy hot centerfold, Robyn, the girl I save for my cumshot, and I'm about to get your pages really sticky. You feel sexy and pretty and hot watching me beat off to you like you're a Playboy Playmate or a Penthouse Pet or a pornstar. Except you see it in my eyes and my desperate stroking that you're hotter to me than any of them ever are. You love the feeling of watching my hand piston up and down my big dick and knowing you're the reason for that kind of furious lust. You look at my big, smooth, bouncing balls and imagine hot sticky cum surging forth from my flared penis head, shooting all over your bodacious ta-tas. "What are you thinking about, stud?" you purr. "Fucking your big tits!" I pant. "I bet you'd love to do that," you tease, squeezing your boobs between your arms and then rubbing them with your hands. "How would you fuck my tits? Show me, stud." I shimmy over to you as you press your tits together and I lower myself to thrust up and into your wonderful cleavage. My dick is completely smothered by your big boobs, and they feel wonderful, stroking up and down my raging, overstimulated dick, struggling to hold back an enormous cumshot. You try to make eye contact with me but I am transfixed by the sight of my penis pumping up through your cleavage and peeking out at the top, slit wide open, about to gush. Look at me, you say firmly, and you lock my gaze. And then your frosted pink lips mouth the sexy words again, except this time you say them. "Cum on my tits," you command. That is enough to send me over the edge. Groaning like a wounded tiger, I pull out of your heaving boobs and wrap my left hand around my dick and start furiously jacking off. "Cum all over my big tits! Do it! Yes!" you cheer. "Do it, baby! Cum on my tits!" Only a few strokes in, the cum starts shooting thick, sticky whips of jizz, gently lashing your tits and your neck and spurting all the way up to your chin. The cum settles into hot pearls of lust, cooling on your glowing, oily tits, those wonderful big tits that I fantasize about whenever I jack off. Mmmmm, Robyn, you make me cum. No woman, whether a nude model, a pornstar or anyone, makes me cum like this.