My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 212 - 212: Phei's First Titfuck (r-118)

Her top—that thin, sweat-soaked grey—had ridden up and twisted during the throat-fucking frenzy. One heavy breast had spilled completely free: full, round, glistening with spit, the dark nipple swollen thick and hard, jutting out like it was begging for teeth.

The flesh jiggled with every ragged breath, heavy enough to sway, the skin flushed deep rose from arousal and exertion. The other tit strained against the translucent fabric—so soaked with drool and sweat it had gone completely see-through, clinging like a second skin, showing every detail of the stiff nipple and wide areola beneath.

He’d been so lost in her throat—the gagging, the bulging, the way she choked and came just from being face-fucked—that he’d almost forgotten the rest of her.

Almost.

“Take it off,” he ordered, voice low and rough with hunger.

Valentina blinked up at him—dazed, cock-drunk, brain melted into pure need. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, lips still trying to chase his cock even as drool poured from them.

“Your top,” he growled, reaching down to smear the slick head of his cock across her swollen lips, painting them fresh with pre-come. “Take it off. Now.”

Understanding sparked—slow, desperate.

Her trembling hands grabbed the hem of the ruined top and yanked it over her head in one frantic motion, fabric peeling away from sweat-slick skin with a wet sound. Both breasts spilled free—heavy, perfect handfuls-plus, bouncing hard from the force, swaying and settling high on her chest with just enough weight to make them jiggle hypnotically.

Fuck.

They were made for sin.

Full and round, sculpted from years of elite training—firm yet soft, skin flawless and flushed, dark nipples thick and erect, areolas wide and pebbled. They hung with perfect natural weight, big enough to overflow hands, to wrap around his cock and still spill over the sides. Spit glistened on them already—thick streaks from her own drooling, dripping off the undersides, pooling in the deep valley between.

Phei had never had a proper titfuck.

Sierra’s were perfect but not quite this size. Maddie’s generous but he’d been too busy ruining her other holes. Melissa’s could absolutely do it, but the moment hadn’t come.

But Valentina?

Valentina’s tits were built for this—heavy, plush, made to be fucked raw.

He stepped closer, cock bobbing heavy and slick between them.

“Get on your back,” Phei said, voice low and edged with raw hunger.

Valentina didn’t walk—she threw herself backward onto the gym mat, body slamming down with a wet thud, her heavy tits bouncing hard enough to slap against her ribs before settling in a hypnotic jiggle. Her legs splayed open on instinct, thighs trembling, the ruined grey shorts clinging transparently to her skin—a massive dark patch soaked through at the crotch, her swollen fat pussy lips outlined perfectly beneath the fabric, slick shining on her inner thighs in thick, glistening trails that caught the harsh overhead lights.

Phei straddled her torso in one fluid move—knees pinning her ribs, weight settling just enough to make her breath hitch. His cock—monstrous, slick, veins throbbing—slapped down heavy between her breasts with a loud, wet thwack that echoed through the empty gym like a gunshot.

Valentina moaned—deep, guttural, involuntary—just from the scorching heat and sheer weight of it resting on her sternum, the slick shaft pulsing against her skin.

“Hold them together,” he ordered, eyes locked on her tits.

Her hands flew up instantly—cupping the heavy flesh, squeezing hard, mashing her tits together around his girth until they formed a tight, slick tunnel of soft, spit-soaked warmth. The cleavage was deep, plush, glistening with the drool and pre-come from her earlier worship—perfect lube, warm and slippery, her skin flushed and shining.

Phei rolled his hips forward—slow at first, testing.

His cock glided through the channel she made—thick shaft disappearing completely between the pressed mounds, veins dragging against soft inner flesh, the bloated head emerging at the top slick and angry, bumping her chin with a wet nudge.

Valentina’s eyes rolled. Her mouth fell open on a broken gasp.

He thrust again—harder. The head cleared her cleavage fully this time, rising up to slap her lower lip.

She understood in a heartbeat.

Her lips parted wide—tongue lolling out hungrily—and on the next thrust, when his cock punched through her tits and surged upward, she caught the swollen crown between her lips and sucked hard.

“Fuck—” The groan tore out of Phei, raw and punched from his gut.

This was unreal.

He found the rhythm fast—hips pumping in steady, powerful strokes, cock sliding through the tight, wet grip of her pressed tits like it was made for them.

Every thrust sent the thick shaft spreading her breasts apart, veins pulsing against the soft inner curves, before they snapped back around him in plush heat. The head emerged glistening on each upstroke—dark purple, slick with spit and pre-come—and plunged straight into her waiting mouth.

Valentina sucked greedily every time—cheeks hollowing hard, tongue swirling frantically around the crown, lapping at the leaking slit, swallowing down every fresh bead of pre-come with desperate, muffled moans.

When he pulled back, she released him with a wet pop—only to open wider, tongue extended, ready to catch him again on the next thrust.

The sounds were obscene—wet, rhythmic slaps of his hips against her ribs, the slick glide of cock through spit-drenched cleavage, the filthy glurk of her sucking and gagging when he drove too deep. Drool poured from her mouth in fresh rivers—cascading down her chin, pooling deeper in her cleavage, making every thrust sloppier, louder, more devastating.

“You’re perfect,” Phei breathed, staring down at the sight like he couldn’t believe it was real. “Look at you—taking my cock between these gorgeous tits right into that hungry mouth. You were fucking built for this.”

She moaned around him—vibration humming straight through his shaft to his balls—and squeezed her tits tighter, fingers digging into her own flesh hard enough to leave marks, making the channel even snugger, hotter, wetter.

He fucked her faster—hips snapping with raw power, the heavy slap of his balls against her sternum echoing, his cock pistoning through her cleavage like a machine. Each thrust punched the head deeper into her mouth—past her lips, over her tongue, nudging the back of her throat—until she gagged wetly, eyes watering fresh tears, spit bubbling out the corners in foamy bursts.

But she never pulled away.

She craned her neck forward, chasing more, tongue swirling, sucking harder, gagging louder—coming again just from the feel of him using her tits and mouth, body convulsing beneath him, thighs clamping together as her soaked cunt clenched and leaked onto the mat.

Phei leaned forward—changing the angle, driving deeper—now more of his length made it past her tits on every thrust, punching straight into her throat until her neck bulged visibly again. She choked—hard, wet retches that sprayed spit across her own face—but kept her mouth open, kept sucking, kept taking it like the perfect, greedy girl she was.

“You’ve wanted this every second you watched me in this gym,” he growled, voice thick with lust and awe, thrusting harder. “Every time you ‘corrected my form’—you were imagining these big, perfect tits wrapped around my cock, my head sliding into your mouth, me fucking you like this until you couldn’t think.”

She nodded frantically—as much as she could with a cock repeatedly spearing her throat—muffled, desperate sounds of agreement vibrating around him.

He fucked her tits relentlessly—faster, deeper, the wet slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh filling the gym, her breasts bouncing and jiggling around his shaft, spit flying in messy arcs, her mouth catching and sucking and gagging on every brutal upstroke.

Valentina was lost—eyes rolled back, body shaking with constant aftershocks, coming again and again from nothing but the sheer privilege of being used exactly like this.

And Phei—watching his cock disappear between her perfect, spit-soaked tits only to emerge into her waiting, choking mouth over and over—was in heaven.

First real titfuck of his life.