Molly’s Boobs – part 3

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Molly’s Boobs – part 3The next week Molly finished sewing her bra. It took a lot of time and a lot of work. Fortunately, she was very good at sewing with the sewing machine as well as sewing by hand. When I came to her room, she smiled at me, kissed me and took the bra from the desk. Of course it was a big bra. The cups were huge. They were braced with a thick wire at the bottom and with wide strips that crisscrossed each cup. Two of the strips went up and continued to form bra straps. These straps were softly padded and wide to distribute the weight of her breasts. The underband under the cups was wide too. It was also padded, reinforced with two firm ribbons and they ended with hooks and eyes on the ends. I took the ends and inspected the hooks. There were 10 hooks and 10 eyes to hold the underband firm on Molly’s torso. “This should be the first wearable bra I made.” she said. “The previous models were not very comfortable.”I gave her a quizzical look.“I underestimated the width of the shoulder straps and the width of the underband.” she explained. “The narrow straps cut too much into my flesh on the shoulders and the underband would not support my breasts enough. I have been experimenting with materials and sizes of the parts until I made this one.”She took the huge piece of underwear from my hands and showed me the inside of the cups. There was soft thick padding. “I do not want my nipples to protrude too much, so I added a layer of firm fabric and covered it with this soft padding.” she said caressing the inside surface.“Then I added these wide ribbons that run from the center to the sides. They will help keep my breasts slightly squeezed and leave some more space for my arms. The previous models let my breasts move too much to the sides. This one will push them more forward and less bahis firmaları to the sides.”I was listening to her description and started to get aroused.“The underband is made of a kind of stretching material. I wanted it to hold firm on my torso. It is so wide it goes almost to my navel. And these ten hooks are the strongest hooks I could buy. I hope they and the stretching underband will prevent the whole bra from slipping.” She finished the explanation.I just nodded. I wanted to see her putting the bra on.“Let us make a test.” I suggested.Molly smiled and put the bra on the desk. She positioned the cups, spread the underband and put her T-shirt off. She bent over the desk and put her breasts into the cups. She positioned them correctly inside one by one. Then she pressed her breasts against the desk and pulled the bra straps over her shoulders. Still bent over the desk she started fastening the hooks. It was necessary to pull the underband so that the hooks fitted into the eyes properly. Eventually, she fixed the tenth hook. She shook a little, put her hands under the huge cups and straitened up. I was standing behind her, so all I could see was the underband tightening, burying into her flesh and the straps on her shoulders diving into her muscles on her shoulders. After she lifted her breasts a little, she turned to me. Her breasts were all covered with giant cups leaving a small space for her tight cleavage. She was still supporting her heavy boobs with her hands. “What do you think?” she asked.I was looking at her huge boobs protruding good old 40 cm in front of her. The bra and her boobs were still covering most of her front. I looked under the cups. The underband really reached down to her navel. It was sitting firmly round her torso cutting into her skin. I checked the kaçak iddaa straps on her shoulders. I could see the padding was there for a reason. Those two pieces of fabric had to hold most of the weight. “Molly, do not push your breasts up, so that we could see how these are working.” I said.Molly lowered her arms letting all the weight of her boobs be held by her new bra. The straps cut into the flesh.“Is it comfortable?” I asked, still in doubts.“Yes.” she said, “It feels much better than any of the previous bras.”“Make a few steps, please.”She walked to and fro. Her boobs were still wobbling, but the bra held them firm and the wobbling did not affect Molly’s balance as it did when she walked without any bra.“Do you like it?” asked Molly coming closer to me.“Yes, I do.” I said.She pushed me into a chair and came closer. Well, better to say her boobs came closer, while Molly’s body was still almost half meter far from me. She bent forward and put her cleavage in front of my face. I could smell her scent. I pulled her closer and made her sit on my lap. The space between us was completely filled with her huge boobs. They were hard as they were pressed in the constricting firm cups of her bra. I kissed her cleavage. She took my head into her hands and kissed my lips. We started to cuddle. I felt the roundness of her breasts covered by the firm fabric. We were kissing for a while, and then she stood up and lay on the bed. I pulled her panties off and undressed. We started making love. The missionary position was rather strange, because Molly’s boobs were sticking up so much I had problems to stay in her and kiss her at the same time. I turned her on her stomach and entered her from the back. I was holding her hips and thrusted her hard. Molly was moaning and soon I was close to orgasm. She kaçak bahis felt it. She turned on her back, and put my cock into her mouth. I looked at her amazing tight cleavage and in no time I sprayed all my juice into her mouth. However Molly was not satisfied. She wanted more. She had not had orgasm that evening yet. She wanted me to knead her boobs. She pressed her mound against my chest, she kissed me, she need me to touch her and lick her. I did my best do satisfy her. I worked with my hands and with my tongue, but her orgasm was not coming. Then, suddenly, she knelt on the bed a started unhooking her bra. I helped her until her boobs fell out of the constraining underwear and flopped down. They were hanging lose like the first night. She took her left breast into her hands and started sucking her own nipple. I took the other, put it into my mouth and sucked. I kneaded her boob. I pressed her boobs together and I fondled her nipples. They became swollen. I had one of her erected big nipple in my mouth and held the other firmly with my fingers I rubbed it and I rubbed the areola so much that I was afraid it might hurt her. Molly turned to her side and let me suck her breast while I was kneading the other firmly like a big lump of dough. And her orgasm came. She arched, moaned, and her juices sprayed out of her crotch. She was screaming as the waves of orgasmic spasms flowed through her body. When it was over she hugged me and pressed her boobs against my body. “Thank you.” she whispered, “Thank you.” Her boobs pressed against my chest, my belly, and even against my chin. All I could feel were her humungous boobs, hot and soft. Molly was breathing heavily. Her hand slipped in between us. She held her nipple and pressed it again. I slid down and took the other in my mouth again. I sucked it slowly and gently. She was holding my head for a while letting me play with her boobs. We parted for a moment and she said simply: “I need it.”“Sucking your breasts?” I asked.“Yes, I need it to have a real orgasm.”

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