"Would like to feel my tits sliding on your cock?" She asked, her eyes full of wicked mischief, her own nipples hard and prominent.
I nodded mutely, unable to form a complex sentence, entirely focused on the lush, oiled swell of her chest.
Sasha chuckled with a sound of pure satisfaction. She mounted me, kneeling on my chest, using her hands to brace herself, her magnificent breasts dangling directly above my erection. She poured a little more oil onto her chest, rubbing her hands quickly over them so they were perfectly slick.
"This is called selling the scene, Druski. Watch my eyes," she commanded softly.
Then, she slowly lowered her torso. The heavy, warm mass of her breasts enveloped my throbbing shaft, the slick oil minimizing friction burn while maximizing the sensual heat. She began to pump, moving her torso up and down, using the oil to create a deep, sliding pressure.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming; the soft, hot slickness of her flesh mixed with the hard, deliberate friction was unbelievable.
I groaned, my hips instinctively rising to meet her rhythm. I could feel her hard nipples dragging across the sensitive head of my cock with every slide, a sweet, agonizing torture.
"Feel the heat, Druski," she gasped, her face close to mine, her eyes wide with performance. "Feel my body working you. Use that energy."
The movement was slow and entirely mesmerizing. Every upward slide pulled the raw, lustful energy deeper into my core. My body was screaming, but my cock was singing.
I loved the way her breasts pressed on my chest when she slid upwards. Her face met mine with a devilish smile. I couldn't help but move my hands to touch her. I reached up and traced the warm, slick skin of her thighs as I felt the wet, deep-set lips of her pussy glide back and forth over my shaft.
There was no penetration yet, but she was dancing on my cock, sliding up and down with agonizing slowness.
A day ago, I would have blown my load right there, but my Stamina was increasing, and I had strategically taken a low dose of lidocaine to buy myself a little more control.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Sash..." I said as I slid my hands lower to clasp her ass. It felt heavy and soft in my hands, slick with oil. She smiled and deliberately shook it in my hands, increasing the depth of the breast massage.
"This massage will have a happy ending," she whispered, a clear promise.
She came up again, and our lips touched. Her breath was warm and sweet. Our lips locked fiercely on each other. Her tongue found mine, and her hands caressed my chest. I moved my hands to clasp her tits, squeezing them firmly, pulling a small, sharp wince from her that she quickly turned into a moan of pleasure.
Then, my fingers found her hard, erect nipples, and I pinched them, eliciting a breathless gasp.
I could see the mixture of pure lust and professional pleasure in her eyes. This wasn't just foreplay; it was training, and it was working.
She went lower this time, touching my cock with both her hands. She slicked my shaft completely with the oil, then began jerking it off gently, making direct, teasing eye contact with me.
"You like that, don't you, Mr. Producer?" she said teasingly, her smile predatory.
"Ugh, fuck, Sasha, stop teasing me, please," I begged. The feeling of her soft, warm hands moving up and down my cock was pure torture, but I knew I couldn't risk climaxing before the main action. I needed my focus.
She released my cock, then repositioned her body. She held both of her huge, slick tits and put my cock between them, creating a perfect, oily valley. Then she began to move.
Sasha took control of the rhythm, using the breast tissue like a specialized vagina. She drove my cock deep into her cleavage, the warm, heavy weight of her breasts squeezing my shaft on all sides.
She started with slow, deep plunges, then sped up, riding my cock with her cleavage in a powerful, sensual rhythm.
"You feel that, baby? My tits are hungry for you," she breathed, her voice a low, intoxicating whisper designed to register on the mic. "I can feel you getting harder against me. You think you're ready for this body, Druski? Are you ready for the real thing, or are you going to waste all that energy right here?"
I closed my eyes, consumed entirely by the intense pleasure that came with fucking her tits. The oil made the friction smooth but deep, transferring the heat and energy from her body directly into mine. It was overwhelming, a masterclass in how to build tension and arousal for the camera without true penetration.
By the time she stopped, pulling back with a final, lingering squeeze, I was dizzy, bordering on climax, but miraculously still hard and ready. My Stamina had held, boosted by the pills and the mental control, and the scene was saved.
"You managed to last this long? Hmm, not bad at all. You're improving," Sasha said, her voice catching slightly as she pulled her hands away, giving my cock a final, teasing squeeze.
"I used lidocaine," I admitted, breathing hard. After all, it had been her professional advice to chemically manage my sensitivity.
"Clearly, but there's some extra effort that's not from the chemical. You're improving, maybe it's the gym?" She said, her eyes tracing the slight tremor in my arm.
"I started yesterday," I pointed out.
"You're a natural then." She smiled, her hands returning to slick my shaft with more oil.
She looked me dead in the eyes, the red lipstick stark against her skin. "Let's see if you can survive what's coming next."
She lowered her head, the sudden shift in weight sending a rush of adrenaline through me. Her lips kissed the sensitive tip of my cock first, gently, a mere feather-light brush.
Then, she kissed my whole length, tracing a wet path all the way down to my balls. I groaned, feeling the intense pressure of her warm mouth closing over me.