
MzMelonz
“Please.” she said, her eyes half-lidded and filled with need. “They feel so bloated. You have to help me.”
She readjusted in her seat, pushing her breasts forwards into the face of her fellow passenger.
“I don’t think they’ve even stopped growing yet.” she continued, her voice low and sultry. “It feels like they’re still swelling up. Getting even bigger.” She took a hand and placed it on her bloated tit. Grasping it with her fingers, letting boob surge around her knuckles. “They’re so full. They feel like they could burst…”
She raised another hand and began to tease open her top, sliding her breasts even further out into view.
“They’re so full. All the time. But I can’t cream. I can’t spurt. It doesn’t matter how much I squeeze them, or rub them, or massage them. Nothing comes out. Nothing at all.”
She slid across the seat, closing in on the passenger beside her.
“Do you know how frustrating that is?” she asked. “My nipples are dry. They never cream, or spurt. All of my friends complain about their soaking-wet bras, but my nipples are dry.”
Her eyes focused on her fellow passenger. And they were filled with a sudden intensity, that cut through the lust and frustration.
“I’m not trying to trap you.” she said, her eyes harsh, but her voice still soft, “I’d never do that. Never. Never. But I just need it really bad…” She gasped, reacting to some discomfort deep within her boob. “…Really, really bad. Please, fuck them. Please. And I’ll let you drink up all my cream.”
Her hand crept across her breast, reaching for the needy slit. “They’re so full.” she said. “And my cleavage is so empty.” She plunged a grasping finger inside her chest.
“Just a few hours.” she muttered, “That’s all I need. Just give me a few hours. That’s all.”