Love usually has these deep undertexts, the lust, the need to closure, the trust and, of course the sexual dimension, complex enough in itself. No one can bypass that, you fit, you complete each other as two little puzzle pieces that only match the other one or you don't, that simple, that rough. Sometimes sex is even more important than love to some of us, or, more interesting it's the way to it, the bodies that enjoy sex so much, so deep, end up becoming addicted to each other and that is the highway to love. What's the difference, in the long run, we're talking about chemical reactions inside the brain, explosive reactions pressing the right buttons, the right receptors and we end happy, the long need is fulfilled, conditioned to spend infinite mornings together, two fitting pieces in a clock. The sexual need is odd, as I believe, because if the fit is perfect, you never get bored! The partner's hot body is, every day, as hot as it was in the first day, the day you matched, it's as if your love acquires a new body every sweet morning, and you want again to touch it, to explore it, to know it in the biblical sense. I wrap my lips tightly around his aroused penis, and it's as I'm doing it for the very first time, he looks at me and craves for more, the pleasure it's still a flower's bud at dawn, needs light to open, needs moisture to be alive. My mouth is moist, I spit on it, and saliva just drools down, wetting his manhood. I have so much saliva, I could just lick it all day long. But I don't. I'm playing with my huge boobs now. I know he'd like to touch them, as I said, it's just like he never saw them before, a pleasant bouncy surprise just outta my tight top. They're soft, but he doesn't know that yet. It's a continuous present, there is no past and the future begins from tomorrow morning. It's now. Our minds work in tandem, a hive intelligence, always assuming what the other wants, so I place his cock between them, they're so big that his cock just disappears at first. He's panting, moaning, he's my missing piece, now reunited in an ardent TitJob that will make him cum harder than ever. Wait, does ever, never, or forever exist for us or are we two golden fish that remember only the past five hours? I'm keeping my boobs tight together as I spit again, this time right into my cleavage. Zealous like a zealot. We live into the pleasure, hurrying, rubbing, squeezing, milking the cum out of him. The cum squeezes out in little jets on my fair skin, it's warm and each of the 250 million spermatozoids in it is a kaleidoscopic universe, which encompasses all our infinite mornings, past or future in this continuous present. Keywords: amedee-vause, amedeevause, handjob, blowjob, titjob, titty-fuck, underboob-handjob, CFNM, CFNM-blowjob, CFNM-titjob, sloppy-blowjob, deepthroat, tight-top, big-tits, big-natural-tits, big-boobs,boobs, tit-play, boob-bouncing, curly-hair, POV, pov-titty-fuck, titjob-cumshot, titty-creampie, hands-free-cumshot, cum-between-tits, spit, babe, cleavage, 60 fps, slow-motion-cumshot.