Bonnie Goes Full Method for Marissa
"Jesus…." Bonnie hadn't actually meant to say anything out loud, but when Marissa pulled up her bulky sweater to reveal a pair of tits that were downright freakishly huge the utterance was simply pulled out of her by shock and amazement. They had to be fifteen pounds each, bigger than Bonnie and Cara's whole heads and only barely constrained even by the custom bra the dominant woman wore, and it was one thing to see them in video clips and quite another to be in the same room with them knowing that within moments Bonnie was going to have them mooshed in her face. She hoped the cameraman got her reaction on tape, because it was going to be a great way to start the shoot.
Marissa favored Bonnie with a tiny smirk that suggested she'd gotten responses like that before, then gestured down to the mattress on the floor. "They are nice, aren't they?" she asked playfully, unhooking the custom bra to let the acres of pale, soft titflesh spring free. "I tell you what, why don't you girls just lay down here and I can show you what they feel like against your lips." Bonnie nodded, a slightly stricken expression on her face as she stared at the other woman's massive breasts, and she couldn't help noticing the same slightly dazed quality to Cara's actions as well when they clambered down to lie side by side with their fever-warm bodies pressing against each other. There was just something faintly surreal about being in the presence of greatness like this. It drew Bonnie's full and complete attention.
There were a few moments of adjusting to make sure they were both positioned properly, but then Marissa got down on all fours directly over their faces and suddenly Bonnie was almost smothered by the gigantic udders pressing against her mouth. It was utterly overwhelming, just a full-spectrum sensory experience of sight and taste and scent and feel, and it was honestly now wonder that she almost entirely missed Marissa's voice cooing, "That's it, pretty girls, just dumb ditzy tit zombies for me now." The words didn't seem important compared to the lesbian threesome she was immersed in, and she struggled to concentrate on what the dominant woman was saying instead of just listening to the soft sucking sounds Cara made just inches away from Bonnie's head.
But she did get snatches of the other woman's monologue, little bits here and there like, "My tits make you so horny," and, "You just want to suck yourself sleepy," and, "You won't be able to stop your hands from rubbing each other's pussies." It was entirely expected stuff, all things Bonnie knew about from Marissa's other videos and all things they'd negotiated before even beginning the shoot, but somehow there was a qualitative difference between knowing they were going to do hypnosis play and actually feeling herself enfolded in Marissa's mesmerizing breasts. Her fingers crept down between Cara's legs, finding a cunt that was already slick and dripping with arousal, and when Cara's hand caressed her labia the same way Bonnie found that her brain legitimately glitched. She couldn't hold onto thoughts, she couldn't even remember what the safeword was and she didn't have the slightest ability to care, and everything melted into warm, drowsy pleasure as she let go and allowed the experience to take her.
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