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Imagine walking into a sauna while wearing nothing but a towel and seeing milky is already sat in there; she looks up at you with a jolt, clutching her own towel to her chest and trying but failing to hide the contours of her soft breast and buxom thighs, her stomach almost visible behind the thin layer of cotton. you feel immediately embarrassed but words fail to leave your mouth, both of you frozen and motionless, neither daring to make the first move. Sweat drops down each of your bodies, and as you watch it cascade and drip down her soft, pale skin you feel all of the blood rush to your member, your towel beginning to rise and barely hide your shame. You watch her eyes steal a glance, almost glimmering and shining in an almost transcendant way, your legs anchoring you in place. Silently, she draws her gaze up to you, meeting your eyes again, a gentle blush spreading across her cheeks - is it the heat of the sauna, or has another form of heat taken her over? You snap back to reality, and quickly turn to leave before feeling something gently tugging at your towel, pulling softly enough to not remove your towel and strong enough to expose your manhood to more of the warm sauna air. You turn back to Milky and with a careful, smooth motion she pulls down at her towel, slowly revealing two pink, round inverted nipples that crown the top of her gigantic chest. You feel your member enlarge and harden, pushing past your towel and proudly standing over this buxom cow. Her lips barely part, and as she gently exhales you can feel a sense of apprehensive excitement emanating from her - she leans forward, and in one gentle motion enwraps your member within her bosom, it now becoming lost within the massiveness of her breasts. You shudder, and she once again glances up into your eyes, before slowly rocking herself backwards and forwards, her breath now leaving her at a more rapid speed. You can barely hold yourself back from grabbing her chest and making her your plaything, but you're trapped in place by the intensity of the pleasure - she stops, but for a moment, before quickly increasing her pace, the sound of her chest slapping against your groin becoming almost deafening in the silence of the sauna. You grab her chest, rubbing your thumbs against her nipples, and feel yourself shudder and keel over here as you release, with no sound but some gentle panting coming from her direction. Once recovered, you look back into her eyes and she offers a weak smile as she gently whispers "thank you darling", before smoothly picking up her towel and exiting the sauna, your nectar still dripping on her chest.
