At Home with a Married Woman: Soft Huge Breasts Gently Envelop for Blowjob

On a spring afternoon in a quiet suburban residential area, the living room of my house felt warm with a bit of sunlight streaming in. The married woman Hiromi from the neighborhood came to visit, saying she had something to discuss on an afternoon when her husband was away on a business trip. Hiromi is in her early thirties and always has a gentle smile. From her thin blouse, the presence of her soft, large breasts stood out. At first, it was ordinary small talk about yard work and neighborhood trash. I responded nervously while Hiromi shifted in her seat, the fabric of her blouse clinging to her chest and clearly outlining the shape of her large breasts. Hiromi: "I wanted to talk to someone recently... since my husband is often away." As I listened, Hiromi leaned a little closer. Her soft breasts brushed against my arm as if by accident. The warm, yielding sensation made my head feel hazy. (This chest... is dangerous.) The conversation continued until Hiromi suddenly lowered her eyes and smiled. Hiromi: "Would it be all right if I stayed a while today?" She knelt in front of me. One button on her blouse had come undone, revealing generous cleavage. Her large breasts spread softly to the sides under their own weight yet kept their full volume, their contours visible even through the fabric. I stayed seated, unable to move. Hiromi slowly reached out and touched my belt. Hiromi: "Sorry for being so sudden... but is this okay?" She lowered the zipper and drew out my already hardening length. Her hand was warm. She exhaled softly at the sight and brought her face nearer. Hiromi: "It's getting so thick... cute." Then her large breasts gently enveloped my lower body. The soft flesh pressed in from both sides, wrapping around me with a hot sensation. While sandwiching me in her cleavage, Hiromi leaned in closer. (Such... huge breasts...) Her tongue slowly touched the tip, licking it wet with saliva. Holding her breasts with both hands, she took the head into her mouth. Her tongue traced the underside and moved slowly up and down. Hiromi: "Mmm... *chuu*..." Her mouth was hot, sucking tightly as if her oral cavity were gripping me. While her tongue carefully stimulated the sensitive spot beneath the head, the weight of her breasts pressed down on the base. The soft flesh swayed and rippled with each pull. (Her tongue... feels too good.) Hiromi occasionally lifted her head to breathe, then licked the entire shaft from base to tip, coating it thoroughly with saliva before gently wrapping her lips around it again. Her nipples brushed my thighs, now clearly hardened. When she took me deeper, the pressure from the back of her throat joined in. Her large breasts rested on my knees, swaying heavily and softly. Every time she moved her head, her chest rippled like waves, filling my view. Hiromi: "Nnn... *lero*... *ngh*" Her mouth and tongue grew more intense, the wet sounds echoing through the living room. She stimulated the shaft between her breasts while focusing suction on the tip. Hot breaths warmed my lower abdomen, and the feel of her nipples added to the sensation. I wanted to let out incoherent sounds but held them back. (Nya... nyaa...) Hiromi: "Deeper... is that all right?" She pressed her breasts tighter and sank her mouth nearly to the base. A slight gag and a flood of saliva coated me. Her tongue worked vigorously, alternating between the sensitive underside and the head while the pressure of her breasts continued. Her heated breast flesh squeezed back against me. Saliva mixed with softness produced continuous wet sounds. The limit arrived and I shuddered hard. Hiromi kept me in her mouth, receiving everything deep in her throat. While gently cradling the base with her large breasts, she carefully handled the release inside her mouth. When it was over, she slowly withdrew and lightly dabbed her blouse against her chest. She smiled shyly. Hiromi: "Again, someday..." In the afternoon light her large breasts still swayed softly. I simply gazed at the scene, feeling the spring afternoon stretch a little longer.