Chapter 376. Even Her Massive Chest Can’t Contain My Massive Rod! Not A Surprise**

Chapter 376: 376. Even Her Massive Chest Can’t Contain My Massive Rod! Not A Surprise**

The fear of embarrassment was being rapidly overwhelmed by the overwhelming biological imperative to take as much of him as her throat would allow.

"Ahh... mmmph... Mike... ahh!" she whimpered between wet gulps.

The sounds she made were increasingly animalistic, wet, sloppy noises as she moved between his cock and his balls, her saliva dripping down his thighs and onto the sheets.

Mike’s hips began to buck involuntarily, his hands gripping the sheets hard enough to tear them.

"Fuck, Aveline... you’re good at this," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "Don’t you dare stop. Swallow it all."

"I’m... ahh... I’m trying! Nnngh!" she cried out, her voice cracking.

The challenge of not choking while simultaneously trying to consume him became a game of dangerous pleasure. She pushed further, her throat opening wider, her eyes watering from the intensity as she fought to accommodate the massive intrusion of his pleasure.

Aveline was lost in a trance of wet sounds and musky heat. Her tongue moved with frantic precision, darting around the sensitive underside of his cock before dragging upward with desperate hunger.

The room was filled with the rhythmic, sloppy sounds of her devotion schlick, slurp, mmmph as she worked between his cock and his balls with the single minded focus of someone possessed.

Finally, she pulled back just enough to gasp for air, her lips glistening with saliva and pre cum. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark with lust as she looked up at him from between his thighs.

"Do you... do you like it, Mike?" she panted, her voice thick and unsteady. "Do you like my mouth?"

Mike let out a harsh, mocking laugh that reverberated through the bed. "Like it? You’re not even using it properly yet."

His eyes glinted with amusement as he watched her struggle to maintain her composure. "I can see what you’re doing, Aveline."

"You’re not just sucking; you’re studying me..."

"You’re trying to figure out the measurements, aren’t you?"

"Trying to calculate exactly how to take it all in one go without gagging like a virgin."

Aveline flinched at his bluntness, but the humiliation only acted as fuel. Instead of recoiling, she leaned forward, her fingers gripping his inner thighs. "I’m going to be..."

"I’m going to be the best service you’ve ever had," she promised hoarsely, her voice dripping with desperate determination. "I’ll take every fucking inch."

Determined to prove her devotion, she shifted her position. Sitting back on her knees, she pressed her body close to his hips.

She grabbed her own massive breasts, pulling them together with both hands, squeezing them inward to create a deep, cleavage-filled valley. With a shaky exhale, she guided his massive, throbbing shaft into the cleavage between her tits.

"Nnngh... ahh!" she cried out as the hot flesh slid between her breasts.

She squeezed her arms together as hard as she could, trying to envelop him.

But as she pressed her tits against him, her eyes widened in genuine shock. The sheer scale of him was terrifying.

Even with her breasts pressed together with all her strength, his cock didn’t disappear. The thick, veined shaft still protruded far above the cleavage, the swollen head still exposed and glistening in the lamplight.

’This is impossible...’ her mind screamed in disbelief. ’My tits... they’re huge; they should be able to hide him...’

’But he’s too big. He’s too fucking big!’

A bitter, involuntary comparison flashed through her mind. Her husband, the man she had shared a bed with for years, always seemed so small, so inadequate.

His limp cock would often climax within seconds of contact, a pathetic display that had left her feeling hollow for years. But this... this was a different species entirely.

’This is totally unfair,’ she thought bitterly even as her arousal spiked. ’His cock is so monstrous that even my tits can’t contain him...’

’He’s overwhelming everything. I’m trying to swallow him with my body and I’m still failing.’

"Mmmph... ahh... ngh!" Aveline groaned as she began to grind her breasts against him, sliding her torso up and down the shaft.

The sensation of the hard, hot cock sliding through her cleavage was overwhelming. The friction against the sensitive underside of her breasts made her nipples harden painfully against the skin.

Slick... squelch... schlick...

The sound of her breasts sliding against his shaft filled the air.

"Ahhh! Mike! It’s... it’s too much!" she screamed softly, her hips bucking.

The visual of his massive cock dominating her cleavage was driving her to the brink of madness. She felt small, inadequate, and utterly consumed by his presence.

Aveline’s shock slowly dissolved into something far more dangerous: a twisted, desperate euphoria. The realization that she couldn’t contain him didn’t shame her it exhilarated her.

A slow, hungry smile spread across her lips, one that looked nothing like the dignified woman she had been mere hours ago.

"If I can’t hide you..." she whispered, her voice dripping with honeyed madness, "then I’ll just have to make you slide better."

Leaning over him, she began to gather saliva in her mouth. With deliberate, obscene movements, she spat directly onto his shaft and across the valley of her own breasts.

Ptu... ptu... splat.

The thick, viscous saliva coated his dark skin and her tan cleavage, creating a glistening, slippery sheen that caught the lamplight.

"Mmmph... ahh... there... that’s better," she moaned, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with pure lust.

She began to move. Pressing her tits together with renewed ferocity, she started sliding her body up and down the length of his cock.

The added lubrication turned the friction into something wet, messy, and incredibly loud.

Schlick... squelch... slurp...

The sound of her breasts sliding over his throbbing veins was intoxicating.

In an attempt to reclaim some sense of control, she leaned into a maternal, almost nurturing tone, though it came out warped by her arousal.

"That’s it, baby... mommy’s going to take care of you... mmmh... mommy’s going to make you feel so good..." she cooed, making soft, needy ’mommy’ sounds that were meant to sound soothing but came across as utterly debased.

But Mike was unmoved. He didn’t melt into her performance or respond to her attempts at psychological dominance.

Instead, he lay there like an immovable god of flesh, arms behind his head, watching her with a cold, smug, almost threatening expression. His ’thug’ stare, dark, unreadable, and utterly unimpressed, was more intimidating than any command.

He wasn’t being taken care of; he was simply allowing her to worship him.

"Nnngh... ahh! Mike, look at me!" she cried out, her voice rising in pitch as she worked harder.

Her face was the picture of raw, unbridled need, cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted and swollen, tongue darting out to catch stray droplets of saliva. She looked completely undone, her entire identity stripped away by the sight of him.

’This is it,’ she thought, her mind spinning in circles as she watched the way his cock jutted out from between her breasts like a weapon. ’This is the real titjob...’

’This is what I’ve been starving for. To see something so fucking massive, so impossibly thick, wedged between my tits and seeing it refuse to be hidden.’

’It’s perfect... It’s overwhelming... I’m being dominated by his sheer size alone.’

"Ahh! Ahh! Hah... mmmph!" Aveline’s moans became more frequent, her breathing turning into ragged gasps.

Squelch... schlick... squelch!

The faster she moved, the more the saliva and precum mixed, creating a frothy, wet mess that coated both her breasts and his shaft.

"I can’t... I can’t stop! Nnngh! Ahhhhhh!" she screamed as she accelerated her pace, her breasts bouncing violently with every upward and downward thrust.

The visual of the dark, veined cock sliding through the glistening valley of her cleavage was too much. She was chasing a climax she knew she couldn’t control, driven by the terrifying, beautiful sight of him refusing to be contained by any part of her body.

Aveline was spiraling deeper into a state of pure, obscene devotion. The smug look on Mike’s face was driving her insane; she needed him to acknowledge her, to see that she wasn’t just some amateur. She wanted him to be proud of how well she could serve him.

She needed to show him that her body was a tool designed specifically for his pleasure.

Desperate to escalate the display, she suddenly yanked her arms back, lacing her fingers behind her head. This movement arched her back dramatically, thrusting her chest forward and making her massive breasts strain against the friction.

Without her hands to guide them, she had to rely on the sheer force of her torso, grinding her cleavage against his cock with increasingly violent movements.

Squelch... schlick... slurp... ahhh!

"Look at me, Mike! Look what I can do for you!" she cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. "Nnngh... ahh... mmmph!"

Her breasts bounced and swayed wildly around his shaft as she bucked her hips, the saliva creating a wet, frothy sound that echoed through the room.

Mike’s laughter broke through the sounds of her exertion, a deep, approving chuckle that sounded more like a predator acknowledging capable prey.

"Well, well," he mused, his eyes tracking every wet slide of her skin. "Look at you."

"You’re an expert at this, aren’t you? You’ve been practicing."

Aveline’s face burned with a mix of shame and pride.

"I... I have to be!" she gasped out between ragged breaths. "I learned it... mmmph... I learned it from watching porn, Mike!"

"Because I couldn’t... I couldn’t do this with my husband! He’s never... he’s never been able to fill me like this! Nnngh... ahhh!"