The doorbell rings. I answer it wearing one of my new purchases from earlier today. The red corset cinches in my waist but leaves my tits exposed to the evening air. The meager shelf bra incorporated into the corset cannot support my breasts, which spill out over the top of it. The red and black garter belt frames my round ass, the black seamed stockings and platform heels laced up to my knees complete the look. As I open the door, however, you do not notice my ass, my legs, my exposed pussy. You seem to forget everything except my tits as you drop to your knees kneading and sucking on them. Your tongue teases my nipples as your hands squeeze and rub my tits. I am aware that we are still in the open doorway. I feel the cool air on my wet nipples and moist pussy. My head is back and my eyes are closed, but I am aware of the sound of traffic driving by.
After a few blissful moments, you stand and push me inside. I close the door as a pair of joggers go by, craning their necks to get a better view. Your eyes widen as we enter my room and you see the major part of today's project. I have spent most of the afternoon hanging mirrors on every available wall surface in my bedroom. You look around you and smile. You look up. Yes, I've installed a mirror on the ceiling as well. I want to watch my tits from every angle as you fuck me and I want to watch you watching my tits.
You turn me away from you and bend me over slightly. I place my hands on the mirror in front of me. My breasts sway away from me. You grind against me. I can feel your hard cock through your pants as you reach around to lift my tits with your hands. I watch your face in the mirror as your eyes are glued to my breasts. You lightly flick my nipples. I can't stand it. I moan, turn to face you and start fumbling with the button on your jeans. You push me gently away from you and quickly remove your clothes. Your cock is so hard. I drop to my knees and suck it into my mouth. My hands move to my breasts while your hands grip my head. I swallow your cock as deeply as I can. I can feel you pushing against the back of my throat as I fight my gag reflex. I cannot breathe but I cannot get enough of your cock in my mouth. With a few last good strokes, I reluctantly pull my head off of your dick and then eagerly raise my tits up to it. I look up at you as I rub my breasts on your dick. I reach over to the bedside table and grab the oil. You reach for it, wanting to apply the oil to me, but I pull it away from you. You can only stand watching as I pour the cold oil on my breasts, massage it in, and pour more on. Soon my tits are slick and shiny with oil.