Fooling around with a Water Buffaloa - Part 2

Continued from the previous...

Well..! there are more refined places to doze off, if you take account of my body.

I just couldn’t bear to let Kira doze off on my bare hands, when both my busty boobs were pressing hard against the smooth garment I’ve had worn, resembling two soft pillows which looked as if have been just sewn and stitched for this new and neat purpose, and was asking dearly for attention.

Nope..! I just can’t let him lose this softness..

But.., I was still shaking with this new adventure..

“catch that gut strength!” I told to myself, as I was trying to subside my fit of sensation going up and down my spinal chord..and I embraced that sweaty face of Kiraa from both my hands, and pressed my lips one more time upon his brushy face, as if his sweaty scent would help to strengthen my shaky mind.

As if reading my mind, Kiraa too, gave his final nudging to put my first foot forward…
Kira’s wet, playful tongue, sprang out of his hot steamy mouth and started licking at my neck. And with each lick it made me tickle, and warmed my neck and lavishly moistened my bare skin.

Maybe, this was his foremost gift, in return to all the kisses that I’ve so generously placed upon his skin..

So why should I wait anymore longer?

With a deep breath, I got a little bit closer to his face, and told him with a hush “let me just make my soft pillows more comfortable for you to dig in..”… all the while embracing his brushy face a little bit more.

My eyes, my wet lips, the soft pallets of my ears and my cheeks… all of them were shaking in a feverish fit, and was radiating a devilish heat, in response to this most extraordinary temptation which I’ve had never ever felt before in my life..

Finally, the petting which my two bulbous boobs were incessantly asking for, the sensation of his brushy and heavy face, was smoothly landed on to my milky, bursting boobs.

“whew…” that sensation!… “ooh”….

Kiraa too, must have found that softness of my milky boobs hard to resist, for he rubbed his muzzle against my swollen breasts repeatedly and affectionately, and “made his own bed” to rest upon.

Oh! My god!! This is too hard to resist….

I just closed my eyes and turned my head up, looking at the clouds (as though I could see them!), thanking heaven for this incomparable sensation of brushing soft and rough skins against each other.

The two tasty tips reigning on top of my breasts were screaming incessant cries of pure lust and happiness, pressing themselves so hard against the silky garment of the long gown I’ve had worn for the day.