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The Tuesday Beautiful Breasts #6.

She emailed me to say that I could post the photo, but I'm not allowed to refer to her breasts as "the twins." She just doesn't care for that expression.

I like it fine myself. Maybe it's just me and my delicate sensibilities, but I believe "the Tuesday Twins" sounds better than "the Tuesday Titties."

I also like it when women refer to their breasts as "the girls," as in "The girls say hello." But again, that's just me.

In any case here are the Tuesday Beautiful Breasts.

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This is a frame from a video I shot. (The video is playing in the background as I type this. I keep having to stop typing to "adjust myself.")

Two tall, horny people in the back seat of a European car. I think she and I would agree that there was an element of physical awkwardness in this encounter. But we were determined to make the most of our limited options.

She's sprawled out on her back and I'm sort of straddling her. She's got one hand on my cock and the other on her pussy.

I'm holding the video camera (night vision, sepia tone) and with my free hand I'm pulling her hair, squeezing her shoulder, caressing her breasts. I'm paying a lot of attention to her breasts. Under the circumstances, how could I not?

I love it when a woman uses her hands to please both of us at once. So hot. Drives me crazy.

This video confirms my suspicion that I'm really not aware what comes out of my mouth when I'm letting myself go. Hearing this actually surprises me a little. I guess I get right into it. Talking dirty, urging her on. Come on. Fuck that wet pussy. Fuck it hard.

Her sex noises are so fucking sexy. Everyone knows I think dirty talking is hot but this is something different. I don't know if I can describe it since it comes from a place beyond words.

The yearning and the energy of lust, as she rides on the edge of abandon.

We reach the point where I know I'm going to come. I won't be able to control myself any longer. I'm going to have to explode all over those breasts. At this point my talk and her cries converge on a place of minimum articulation.

"So... wet..."

"Do it... do it..."

As luck would have it the batteries on my camera run out two minutes before I come. So now I have to relive that moment in a live action replay, as it were.

I can't wait until you come out to the country and we can do it all over, only with the benefit of lots of room to maneuver.

I want to start over right from this scene. Right where we left off.

This time I'll put the camera on a tripod or something. I'll need both hands free so I can pin your shoulders to the bed, wrestling you, holding you down.

This time, you won't be using your hands on us. Your hands will be free to scratch my back, or grab my ass, urging me inside you.

Your legs will be spread wide open. The luxury of space.

Maybe I'll turn you on your side. Hug your thigh to my chest as I slide it in.

No more grainy night vision. We're going to do it in the afternoon. Imagine the luxury of sunlight filtering in through country windows on our sweaty naked bodies.

No neighbours. No one to hear us. And all the time in the world.

I'll take my time. Make the most of the space.

Fucking you slow and deep.

Pulling my cock almost all the way out, before I slam it back into you.