Fooling around with a Water Buffaloa - Part 3

It was a good thing that I hadn’t worn my bra this morning…
If I had worn a one, how could I relish in this breath holding sensation!

The length between Kiraa’s brushing skin and my own., my own skin that would grow chills to the tiniest cold… was just that of a yarn… a distance which was making me wild with craziness.

My lips had become moistened with lust…..

Meanwhile, the mischievous dodgy tongue of his has been playing incessantly along the length of my neck, streaming a warm, a bit of a sticky and refreshingly moistening substance over my skin. It was making me ticklish and I was fighting it hard that tears knocked out of my closed eyes.!

“hey there ! you naughty fellow..” I giggled, allowing him to further spoil my neck by brushing my neck against his muzzle.

In return, the drool oozing from his sweaty mouth kept coming and, boy! it was a juicy little hole, his mouth! It didn’t stop streaming hot saliva right down my neck, going down all the way, right on to meet my bulbous breasts. The top of my gown was getting a moistening treatment from his hot and cold saliva and I could see my bare breasts through the wet garment.

Keep it coming baby!

Every time I pressed my lips onto his sweaty snout, I could feel that the stream of saliva getting refreshed down my neck, finally wetting my braless breasts over the silky garment which I’ve had worn, in its’ course downward.

So… there was no way I was going to stop kissing his snout. The more I kissed, the more saliva kept oozing from his mouth to drive me senseless as it lavishly drooled on to my breast and the crevice in between.

I was measuring his snout with my lips, just as a draftsman would measure a land, carefully, peacefully, and with intent. I wasn’t satisfied even after having to measure the same spots a couple, no, about six or seven times. …mainly it was because while I was doing my measuring job on his prickly skin, while also doing my weighing duties on his gigantic head, Kiraa didn’t fail to provide service to me with his Relief Provisions department, as well as with his Water Supplies Department.

Measuring tasks on his prickly skin were done with my soft petals of lips..

Weighing tasks were maneuvered by my two bulbous breasts, which continued to support his gigantic head;

But I must admit, most note – worthy tasks were carried out by Kiraa himself.

Even after the measuring tasks of his skin were completed, his Relief Provisions department kept supplying its’ services on to me, along with his Water Supplies Department.

Relief was provisioned to me by his relentless tongue: it kept lavishly massaging my neck, my face and most enthusiastically, my breasts, through its’ untiring flourishes running over my entire face and neck and finally, the jackpot, my breasts.

Uuuuh……

The water needed for the Relief Provisioning tasks were most generously provided by his incessantly flowing saliva glands, providing me with a fresh stream of saliva and also a little bit of a mucous mixture, each time his tongue brushed through my ere mentioned areas.

It didn’t take much time before the upper part of my gown to stick firmly to my breasts, silhouetting my upper body’s roundness as it did so.

I kept pressing his face on to my breasts, as I couldn’t resist the sensation I had, when his fresh saliva kept streaming on to my now wet gown’s upper section, right on top of my now swollen breasts.

With each new kiss that I placed onto his prickly skin on his snout, I could feel the warmth of his fresh saliva drooling on to my breasts, cooling down those bulbous mounds as they continued to run down the length of them.