Needing That Eager Beaver Boffed!

Hey guys, it's Simi here, and damn, I'm in a filthy horny funk right now. My boyfriend's been slacking on the pounding I need, and it's got me climbing the walls like a cat in heat. He flipped his lid when I said I'm splitting for a few days. Claimed he didn't give a shit, but I caught him eyeballing my Big Tit mag, the sneaky bastard. I plopped down to paint my nails, pussy throbbing for action, half-dressed with my rack spilling out like an invitation. Figured if I teased long enough, he'd cave and rail me proper. He sneaks a hand up to grab a tit, but I swat it away—classic reverse psychology, y'know? Deny 'em a taste, and they'll devour you whole. He chucks the mag and spins me around from behind, squeezing both tits like ripe melons. We lock lips, tongues wrestling wild, but patience? Screw that. I dive straight for his cock, sucking it sloppy and savage, slathering it thick. Then I lean back, shove my tits together tight, and he slides in, fucking them with gusto. I pop it back in my mouth for another greedy suck, tasting the mix. He flips the script, buries his face between my thighs, tongue spearing my pussy lips before flicking my clit like a pro. Hell yeah, then he rams his cock home. Spooning from behind, he pumps deep, my tits jiggling like mad— I claw at 'em, but it's a bouncy mess. I hop up, drop to doggy, ass high. He plunges back in from the rear, hammering harder than a jackrabbit, while I reach back, spreading my cheeks wide like a grand reveal. He swaps between my dripping pussy and my heaving tits, me slurping his cock clean in between thrusts. Bam— he triggers a monster orgasm, waves crashing hard, then pulls out and unloads ropes of cum all over my tits and face, painting me sticky. One last trick: I suck him dry, milking every drop, hoping it'll lock down any wandering dick ideas while I'm gone. Who's the boss now?