"Christ, Greta, after all this time I still can't believe your tits are so fucking big and beautiful," Cyril said as he fondled one of the massive breasts and prepared to suck it.

"I'm glad you like my tits, lover. I like the things you do to them," the big, Germanic-looking blonde sighed as she lay across the rumpled bed.

"Not just your tits. I love all of you – your face, your ass, your cunt, your whole body. I even love to suck your toes. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and probably the horniest."

"I know I'm the horniest, Cyril, especially right at this moment. When you finish with my tits, I want to sit on your face again. I never get tired of that."

"Yes, you beautiful bitch, I know it. I'll just give these tits a quick sucking and then you can sit on my face. One day you're going to smother me to death that way, you know."

"Don't worry, lover, I'd never do that. I want to keep you around. You're a beautiful lover. You're handsome, rich and generous."

"And you don't think I'm too old for you?" he asked.

"Silly. You're only forty-six, just eleven years older than I, and you have the strong cock of a teenager. You get better as you go along. Suck my tits now and then I'll sit on your face. Later, I'm going to need a pee, and you know what that means when I'm in this mood."

Greta saw him tremble a little, then she fed a tit into his mouth and rubbed his head lovingly as he sucked.

Cyril sucked voraciously as though trying to get the whole breast into his mouth, though that would be quite impossible. But for all their size, her massive tits jutted as firmly as they had when she was twenty.

Her European mother had taught her many beauty secrets, and Greta followed them all so that at thirty-five, not only her tits, but all of her body boasted the firmness of youth, and her skin was smoother than silk.