Sometimes I think that girls live in a harsher reality than guys.
For example, if you’re talking to a guy
“How big is your dick?”
most guys would think (or pretend to think) for a moment and say
“Well, it’s not big, but it’s not that small either.”
But if a girl asks her friend, “Do you have boobs?”
But when a girl asks her friend about the size of her tits, she is unlikely to be so vague.
“How big is your bra?”
In other words, from A (or AA) to G or H, their breasts are systematically grouped according to size, which is also closely related to their adolescent identity.
The common male misconception that “I thought I was smaller than other people, but I’m actually not” is unlikely to occur. They are able to look at their own breasts with a cool, objective eye, thanks to the data provided by the underbust and top bust, measured accurately with a measuring tape.
But sometimes there are exceptions.
We know that what is a C-cup, but how big is it, and how does it compare to an E or F-cup?
When we don’t see the comparison, we sometimes make a big mistake.
It’s like looking at a picture of a fish you’ve caught and thinking it’s big, but then looking at a second picture with a pack of cigarettes next to it and realising it’s smaller.
To put it simply.
The discrepancy between Kotono Harukawa’s beliefs about her bust size and her perceptions of her bust size is just that.
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“I’m going to make you feel even better today.”
She removes the shoulder straps of her white dress, revealing her beautiful mounds. In spite of the petite and slender form of Myrrh, her voluptuous breasts were held out before me.
In my world, when you’re short and have breasts like this, you’re actually kind of chubby, but her breast are like berries on her thin but firm body, which is unique to her race. They are so soft that an outstretched hand can rub them for hours..
As I caress her, she flushes her innocent face like a little girl, and Myrrh is intoxicated by my caresses.
“Hmmm,……, nn……, don’t do that,……, Richt,…….”
The nipple that I hold between my fingers has become plump and erect. Her nipples, which are usually like cherry blossom petals, are red and bloodshot, like ripe fruit. Her face is usually deceiving because of its youthfulness, but this reaction was definitely that of a grown woman and spoke of her wealth of experience.
She knows how to arouse a man and make him boil. That’s what she does as a temple priestess. I’m not sure if it’s all part of her plan to get me drunk on caresses like this. At the same time I was taking her nipple into my mouth.
Aah! Oh, that’s ……! Fuaa……………….!”
The sweet sound of her voice tickles my ear with its wetness. I roll the tip with my tongue, delighting in the pleasure of conquering her.
“Oh, ……, wow, ……, Richt, suck me more, ……, I’m cummin, …….”
On Myrrh’s cue I took a light bite with a few teeth and sucked hard. As I sucked, I pinched the nipple with my tongue to encourage it to come out. Eventually, a sweet tasting liquid fills my mouth and I gulp it down.
The source of power blessed by the holy power called the divine milk nell. It is offered by the priestesses of the temple, and only the chosen magic knights can receive it. The exhausted Holy Erection power of Trinity quickly recovers and spreads to every cell of the body.
“Ugh …… is amazing. It’s the first time I’ve came so fast.”
With moist eyes, Myrrh kissed my lips. She embraces me with her tongue and hugs me. I put my arms around her and we hold each other for a while, sucking each other’s tongues.
“It feels good. Kissing feels good.”
Myrrha’s lips part and a fine thread of drool runs down her face.
“I’m sure it will get bigger as you recover.”
Myrrh’s eyes narrowed and she leaned her face against my crotch. Under my leather trousers, my cock is straining and straining against the tight tent. White fingers danced happily over the tent.
“I’m going to give you Amuru, the divine spirit of the lich. Of course, I’ll do it with this, his favorite.”
For the temple priestess, the magic knight’s spirit is the source of life. The reason for this is that if you don’t take the divine spirit after offering the milk, you will lose your life.
I unbuttoned my crotch and pulled down my underwear to find Myrrh’s breasts pinching my cock. I’m not a small man myself, but the volume of her tits meant that my glans could only stick out a little. Myrrh crawled her little tongue over it.
“‘You really like this, don’t you, Richt? Is it called paizuri? I’ve been doing this for a while now and I’m starting to like it too.
She squeezes her breasts from both sides and shakes them, putting pressure on my cock. The pleasure was stronger than a hand job, and I moved my hips to rub my shaft against her breast.
I moved my hips and rubbed myself against her breast, “Mmmm, I’m getting hard again. Here, here.”
The tip of Myrrh’s tongue crawled over my belly button, her erect nipple occasionally pressed against her crotch, and she moaned softly each time.
“Oh …… my god! You really want my cock,……huh?!”
I reached out with both hands and pinched the hard, pointed tip. With my forefinger and thumb, I rubbed the entire nipple.Myrrh shakes her head in disagreement and tears well up in her eyes.
“Oh, ……, oh, ……, there it is again! Oh —–!”
My fingers and belly are wet with the outpouring of the divine milk. The holy power of the divine milk can be absorbed through the skin, but it still seems a bit wasteful. Myrrh quickly spread the milk on my belly with the palm of her hand, encouraging efficient absorption.
“Hah Hah Hah….No More. Hurry up and give me the spirit of Amuru. ……”
I smeared some of the divine milk on my fingers to make it slippery. She then began to suck on the tits while making slurping noises.
She was so tight and clingy that it felt as if her tits were a big vagina. I moaned and bucked my hips, thrusting the tip of my cock into Myrrh’s face.
“‘Enough already, I know!”
Myrrh’s lips wrapped completely around my cock and she used her tongue and the mucous membrane behind her lips to stimulate my cock. The pleasure of being squeezed by her slippery tits was like a burning magma, causing thick veins to appear on my cock.
“Myrrh, i’m going to cum ……”
“All right, give me a lot of cum, Amuru, the god of liches.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
The hot white semen spurts out and pours into Myrrh’s mouth.
“Fun, ……n, ……, ……n? Aah!”
As soon as Myrrh took her mouth off my cock, she said, “I can’t finish it.” A torrent of semen rains down on her face.
I moaned and ejaculated a few more times, covering not only her face but also her breasts and arms in the white slime.
“Wow, that’s a lot of Amuru …… for the first time.”
With an enraptured face, Myrrh scooped the semen from her face with her fingers and licked it off with her tongue …….
“Phew, I see.”
When she pulled my penis out of her mouth, Kotono poked me with her fingers, which were on the verge of breaking point.
I slumped against the back of the sofa with a deep exhale. I was about to cum. Or rather, I was about to. What kind of harassment is it to stop here?
I closed the paperback of erotic novels in my right hand, catching my breath. The main heroines, Myrrh and Fran, are hugging each other on the cover, with their big tits sticking out.
Myrrh is a half-elf with the typical silver hair, baby face and big tits. She is a half-elf with silver hair, a baby face and big breasts. She is a monk, but her role is to give the hero a paizuri.
I had just been sitting on the sofa with my trousers down to my knees being sucked off, and I was given the difficult task of reading an erotic novel while being sucked off.
Kotono’s tongue was crawling all over my cock and my voice was getting distorted no matter what. Kotono interrupted me and said
“‘Read it properly, you see. I’m going to stop you right there.”
She was angry. In other words, she wants me to read out the story without getting carried away by the pleasure of being sucked off, and I think this is a kind of bullying.
But I was managing to read it and then, just as I was about to ejaculate, I was left unattended. I’m so desperate to cum right now, I don’t even care about any other things.
“I mean, this is a technique where you hold your cock between your tits and caress it.”
“Yes, but ……”
“I know all men like this. I knew it!”
“Well, I don’t know about that, some guys have boobs fetish.”
“What’s boob fetish?”
Looks like I have to teach her about it. Just as I was about to open my mouth to say that, Kotono’s phone rang. It was Chopin’s Polonaise.