“Awwwww, you’re so horny for them aren’t you,” she giggles teasingly as you run your hands along her breasts. A stifled whine escapes your lips as you try and fail to break eye contact with her tits. 

You're realizing, at the fuzzy edges of your consciousness where a few coherent thoughts still linger, that admitting how turned on you are by the idea of trancing to your girlfriend's tits might have shifted the balance of power between you.

“What a good toy–so obsessed with them,” she encourages, sliding a hand down between your legs. “Don’t you just want to run your hands all over them? Suck on them?” 

Your mouth is watering, and the entirety of your focus is narrowed to the soft warmth beneath your fingertips. You squeeze and she lets out a delighted cry. With a gentle hand on the back of your head, she guides your mouth to a nipple, and you instantly begin to suck and lick. As you do, she presses hard between your legs causing you to buck reflexively against her. 

“Goooood toooy,” she moans. “Ohhh, you’re dripping!” She laughs trailing a finger maddeningly over your sex. You moan into her tit as you shudder and writhe. The slick sensation is intense but just shy of the stimulation your body is desperate for. 

“Ohhhh, you’re getting too excited,” she chides. Slipping her hand down from the back of your head to the base of your skull. She grips either side firmly with her index and thumb. Leveraging the grip, she tilts up your head. You’re already dropping when you meet her gaze. The last thing you see before your eyes roll back into your skull is her taunting smile and the arousal on her cheeks. 

“That’s it. Good toy. Drop,” she coos. You flop back into the couch, allowing her hand on your head to guide you into the cushion, settling down into trance for her as you have dozens of times before. Your arousal subsides to a dull throb at the edge of your awareness. 

“As you get deeper, I want you to remember those waves of pleasure running along your skin. Feeling that wonderful pleasurable tension cascading up to your core as you breathe in,” she says, drawing out “breath in” with the natural rhythm of your breath. Your hips twist, and your thighs clench as the familiar waves of pleasure course through you. “And letting that tension out as you breathe out,” she coos as you exhale. You feel the waves of pleasure rush outward to the tips of your fingers and toes as your muscles relax. 

“As you breathe in again, you feel that tension builds more and more each time.” The waves hit you even stronger causing your hips to tremble. She giggles at your reaction and trails a finger along your outer thigh eliciting more spasms. “And letting the tension out,” she says as you breathe out. 

“Now we’re going to bring you back up just enough that you can be aware of your surroundings, but you’re still going to feel those wonderful waves of pleasure building in intensity every time you breathe in,” she pauses and giggles as she watches you breathe in and squirm, “and out.”

“Okay, baby.” She places a finger firmly beneath your chin and raises it. “Up, up, up.” Your eyes flutter open to meet hers.

“How was that, baby?” she asks. 

“It…” you attempt to respond, but as you inhale to do so the waves of pleasure crash over you, causing you to gasp and buck. Drawing in more air only intensifies the waves, and in a moment you are grinding your ass involuntarily into the couch. Pouncing on the opportunity, she starts toying with your sex–quick hard strokes. You buck harder and curl forward pressing yourself into her shoulder as you shudder and moan. 

Exhaling with your moans frees up just enough of your awareness to make you keenly conscious of the desperate noises you just made. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal. You realize she’s no longer stroking you.

“Oh gods, it’s so good,” you murmur. 

“Awwww, I’m glad,” she says with delight, “What a good toy.” She slowly resumes stroking you as you begin to breathe in, causing you to gasp again. The waves crash into you. You quickly lose yourself as the compounding pleasures and triggers take you. As they subside, you find yourself pressed against her, the muscles in your core and hips gently spasming. 

“Good toy,” she chuckles as she guides your head and hand back to her tits. You buck hard against her, as you lick and paw desperately. Before long you have to suck in air against her tit. The waves of pleasure are even more intense. Her hand slides back between your legs. You moan and suck and press your hips against her teasing touch. 

You can begin to hear her moan and gasp in response as she presses your head tighter against her chest. 

You crest over the edge, gasping and squirming against her. She holds you as you ride out your orgasm. You float in pleasure as she coos encouragingly into your ear, still holding your head against her breast. 

Eventually, you collect yourself enough to sit up and take in your surroundings. 

She’s looking down at her breast running a finger along the glistening patch of drool descending from her tit. You realize there’s a trail on your chin. 

She catches your gaze and smiles mockingly, “You really are obsessed aren’t you?”