I can't believe the end of the month is here again already. ..

I can't believe the end of the month is here again already. I had told myself that I wouldn't be here again, but life has been tough, and a sexy girl just has to do what she has to do.

It's already embarrassing for me to approach you again, so I just cut right to it. "Listen, can we do that thing, and you cover my half again?" As I'm asking you this, I'm beginning to wonder why you live with me if you can clearly afford an apartment on your own. The smile you are trying to hide as you reply is telling me the answer. You LIKE having me in this position. I'm not sure I like it. But I do need the money, and if you cover me for two months rent again, I can really get myself some things I've wanted, and be able to get back on my feet. All for a few minutes of stroking your cock. Oh yeah, while you grope my breasts.

Or so I thought.

When I walk into your room, I already have my top off. Let's get you hard right away.

"It's gonna take something a little more this time," you say.

"You know we're not having sex. Come on, let's not go over this again."

"No, no. No, no sex, but I thought we'd add a little...moisture to this situation," you say, with a devilfish smile on your face.

You've already started groping my breasts, making me feel like an object. But at the same time, if I'm being honest, it is exciting to watch your cock grow as you fondle me.

You say nothing, but you direct me to lie down on your bed, with my head barely hanging off the edge. You grab a half-full bottle of baby oil and - wait, why do you have baby oil? Is this what you use when you see me walking braless with my tits swinging under my shirt? As I'm wondering that, I feel the cool baby oil falling onto my tits, and then your big, strong hands rubbing it in. The stark cold feeling of the oil on my skin is soothed by your warm hands massaging and kneading my breasts.

I grab your cock, and start to stroke it, but you have other ideas. You push my hands down, stand over my head, and you drip some oil onto your cock, letting the excess fall onto my tits. Then you squeeze my breasts together, around your dick, and start to thrust in between my tits. I guess guys call this tittyfucking - why are guys so crude?

I'm not even doing anything. I'm just lying there as you're using my oiled up breasts to stroke your dick while your balls rub across my face. I've never felt more objectified...but at the same time more powerful. You're using my body, but I can hear from your grunts and groans that I'm winning this battle, and I can see your balls tighten as you are ready to cum.

"UGH, suck my balls, put my balls in your mouth," I hear you say, your voice muffled by your thighs almost completely covering my ears while you stand over me and fuck my tits. Even though I've never felt more objectified, something about the direction you've given me compels me to do as you say. I put your balls in my mouth and begin to suck on them as you violently fuck my tits.

You don't make it twenty seconds with my balls in your mouth as you empty your nuts onto my tits. You wanted to record the whole thing, but the feeling of your dick in between my tits was so good, you forgot to start recording. But you hit record as soon as you started to drain your balls onto my chest.

Money well spent.