Mrs Yip (part 3 with 2k alt angles)

*It’s a double angle day! The original angle for this set was the POV from between her legs, but when I set up the shot from across the rooftops I thought it looked too good to pass up and added some extra characters and effects. In the end, I know you all love a good POV so I decided to post both. I do love the close up looking down at Nelson riding the nipple too though!

Nelson held on for dear life as the enormous breast beneath him shook and jiggled. Mrs Yip was laughing.

“Little lover must wait one moment!” She said, chiding him gently. “Hold on and I find some private area.”

Suddenly Nelson’s world lunched as Mrs Yip began to walk. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, being thrown around like a doll in a washing machine, gripping onto the nipple below him with all his strength. Again he heard Mrs Yip speaking, something in cantonese to her fellow giants. Then there was a massive pressure on him from behind, pushing into the plush mountain in front of him. Mrs Yip was holding him against her nipple with a single finger.

Barely able to breathe, Nelson closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to calm his body and feel the world around him. Pinned to the softness of the massive boob and with his legs wrapped around a stiff rubbery nipple, he wasn’t in danger of falling. Mrs Yip’s body was giving off a huge amount of heat and he could smell, or even taste, her salty skin and the remnants of a cloying floral perfume. After what felt like a minute or so, he felt his entire world rotate. Despite being unable to see, her could feel the pressure on his front increase and he had the sensation of slowly falling backwards. Mrs Yip was leaning over, and the weight of her tit was pushing into her finger, and into him. From this position, the world seemed to roll around for a few moments, shifting this way and that, until the pressure from behind him was released and light and air flooded back in. Nelson took a deep breath and opened his eyes. There again was Mrs Yip’s face, looking down at him with that same amused and expectant face. He could see that they were now in a different neighbourhood, and that Mrs Yip was now reclining, Her arm resting on the roof of a building that seemed to protest under the pressure, a cloud of dust beginning to rise from its roof as some structures within it began to realise they weren’t up to the task of supporting her weight. Nelson had a sneaking suspicion that there probably wasn’t a street wide enough to fit Mrs Yip’s resting body, and that maybe a smaller building had become a sacrificial cushion under her behind.

“Now Nelson, I want you to get warmed up. I get warm myself with this new toy, and then you get inside for the ride. Ok? Okay.” Nelson looked over to see a sports car in Mrs Yip’s other hand. She smiled and nodded, as she guided it down between her legs. Nelson began to rock his hips as he saw her eyes refocus on him and a soft moan escape her lips.