>>941
>>935
I fucking hate think girl
>Finally invite Think Girl's thicc ass over to my place
>Bitch been teasing me always wearing tight jeans and low tops that broadcasts her cleavage to everyone and the forml3ss.
>Literally every time I interact with her, she's either got me thinking or got me hard. Often both.
>Anyway, after dissecting what it means to "invite someone over for coffee" over the phone in this ridiculous two-hour discussion, she says yes.
>Get a knock at the door.
>Let her in.
>We chill in my bedroom, just kinda talking and having a few drinks, she insists on drinking coffee to keep herself mentally stimulated.
>Half an hour later, I convince her that we should fuck.
>She pulls off her top.
>See she has thinking faces for nipples that mutter "hmm" every time they rub together.
>For the longest time I thought that was me audibly thinking "hmm" every time I talk with her.
>Anyway, she's got huge tits so of course, I was thinking of titty fucking her.
>She must've known what I was thinking because she asks, "would you like to place your genitals between my substantial milk-secreting chest glands?"
>Don't know why such a retardly complex question got me hard.
>All I could do was nod and she tells me to have a seat
>I sit on the bed and she kneels down before me and brings my raging boner between her think breasts.
>Every time she would bring her tits down, I would hear her nipples go "hmm" consistently.
>Try thinking about other things while I get plenty of stimulation. After while the constant choir of "hmm" became white noise in a sense.
>Think girl keeps making eye contact with me and as if she's done this ton of times, she knew when I was about to cum and picks up the pace.
>The closer I got, the more I squirmed but Think Girl managed to keep me in place until I confessed I was about to cum.
>One more tit slam away from shooting a fat one into her chest.
>She puts on her thinking face while using her arms to keep her tits in place.
>"What is cumming Anon?"
"What the fuck, I'm about to shoot my goo, now is not the time to get philosophical."
>"Did you know the focus you have moments before orgasming, is about as focused as the mind could ever be outside of a meditative state? You ever notice you can only focus on just the single hottest thing you mind can muster just to get the most out of that orgasm? Your body and mind join in unison, tensing various muscles, reallocating functions to achieve the greatest reward we could ever naturally give ourselves. Think of all the energy and effort we put into cumming."
>I'm fucking speechless.
>My boner was nearly killed, but from being on the edge, there was no other way for it to go down but from cumming.
>"Focus on me Anon, and only me."
>Try to thrust a little to get some kind of stimulating friction but pulls back with the thrust to keep it from happening.
>Then I found my words.
"Damn it TG."
>"Shhhh, do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
>She leans back and kisses the crown, which only resulted in weak spurts, an orgasm with the smallest amount of stimulation.
>I give her the death glare.
>"A ruined orgasm~"
The bitch is a fucking tease, now every time I hear someone say "hmm" I get a boner. Sometimes she calls and we get all philosophical over the phone, the whole time I would slightly stroking it.
Sometime next month she wants to discuss one of the first cynics, Diogenes, me and my dick can't wait.
I want my fucking life back damnit.
