Oh, come on…her sweater?
For this fantasy, there's no reason for Morgan to take off her sweater
T.N., a SCORE reader who enjoys sharing the experiences he’s had with big-breasted women, writes, “I hit it off with a girl in a bar a couple of years ago, but she never took off her jacket that night. Well, I asked her out, and on our first date, she showed up wearing a tight, red, wool sweater. She had miles of tits, and her sweater looked alive. That’s the beauty of wool. It was as if you could actually see the fibers of the sweater move with each of her breaths. I was able to get under her sweater a little later that night, and she said, ‘I knew you were a sweater guy. I used to date a sweater guy.’ So I guess it came as no surprise to her when I blew a load all over her titties and sweater while she was titty fucking me.”
Okay, that last part…”blew a load all over her titties and sweater.” What do you make of that?
I know what I make of it: I was instantly excited by the idea of cumming on a girl’s sweater. While she’s wearing it, of course. Basically, I’m picturing it one of two ways. One, the girl is giving a guy a blow job. She’s wearing a tight, wool sweater (maybe Angora; that would be good) over her big tits. The sweater is covering her tits. We can’t see her cleavage. And when the guy cums, he makes a mess of her sweater.
Scenario Two: You’re tit-fucking the same girl, but in this case, she has her sweater pulled up above her tits (kind of like it’s a rush job). When it’s time to cum, you shoot your load all over her sweater. Yep, once again, you’ve made a mess of it. And maybe she’s a little pissed off. You just ruined her good sweater with your cum. Can you imagine her trying to clean cum off an Angora sweater? Can you imagine her walking into the dry cleaner and saying, “Can you remove cum from sweaters?”
By the way, the no-cleavage sweater part? That’s because the idea is to cum on her sweater, not on her tits (although on the area of her sweater that her tits are beneath).
Is anybody with me on this? Or are T.N. and I the only ones? I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re not.