Carol Kirkwood’s Tits

Carol Kirkwood’s tits. That’s what brought me here. I had always wanted to experience a woman whose body was as beautiful as hers, and her pictures in magazines, and on the internet, were simply impossible to ignore. I had to find out for myself if the rumors were true and if Carol Kirkwood’s tits were as amazing as everyone said they were.

So I made the journey from my home in Boston to the outskirts of her hometown of London, and after a few days of taking in the sights, I decided to take the plunge and visit the brothel where she worked. I had heard stories about the place, and of course, I was a little apprehensive, but I couldn’t help but be excited at the prospect of meeting Carol Kirkwood in person.

The brothel was located in a run-down area of town, but once I stepped inside I was pleasantly surprised by the plush surroundings and the attractive women that were on display. I found Carol almost immediately, as she was the center of attention as she chatted with some of the other girls and men that were in the room. She was wearing a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places, and her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her back.

I approached her and introduced myself, telling her that I had come to experience her talents. She smiled warmly at me, her eyes filled with a kind of mischief, and then she leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“You’ve come to the right place.”

We moved to a private room, and she asked me to undress and lie on the bed. She then straddled me and began to caress my body. It felt incredible, her hands running over my chest and tickling my nipples. She then moved down, and I gasped as she kissed and licked my navel, before moving lower still.

My heart raced as she slowly pulled down my boxer shorts, revealing my erection. She teased it with her fingers, arousing me further. I watched as she licked her lips, and then bent down and enveloped my cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked, her mouth working its magic, and soon my entire body was trembling with pleasure.

I reached up and grabbed her nipples, squeezing them between my fingers as I moved my hips to meet each thrust of her mouth. She moaned as I increased the pressure, and then I felt her tongue begin to flicker against the very tip of my shaft. I gasped as her tongue started to swirl around, and soon she was taking me as far back into her throat as she could.

I felt my orgasm building, and I begged her not to stop. She complied with my requests, and within moments I was coming hard, my cum coating her tongue and lips. She then moved back up to my face and kissed me deeply, sharing my own cum back with me.

We continued to make love for hours, our bodies intertwining as we explored each other’s every inch. We moved from her breasts, to her pussy, and then to her sweet ass. I explored every crevice and curve of her body, and it felt like I would never get enough.

When we were both spent, we lay in each other’s arms, both of us exhausted but satisfied. And all I could think about was how amazing Carol Kirkwood’s tits were, and how lucky I was to have experienced them for myself.