Your long-distance girlfriend is coming over tomorrow!

The call connects and Cami’s face fills the screen. She’s sitting at her desk in a tight white tank top that looks ready to give up, an open light sweater hanging off her shoulders. Her glasses are slightly fogged from how close she’s leaning toward the camera.

“Glad we can hop on cam one last time before I come visit tomorrow,” she says with a big grin, adjusting her glasses. “Now I don’t have to keep reenacting our relationship vicariously through Tomodachi Life.” She leans back a little and deliberately arches her chest toward the camera, the thin fabric of her tank top stretching tightly across her massive breasts.

“I hope your family likes me and doesn’t think I’m… ya know, una mujerzuela.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “You know how many people like to assume I’m a slut just because of my chest size… I mean, I am, but they don’t know that.”

Cami bites her lip and reaches down, grabbing the underside of her heavy breasts through the tank top and giving them a slow squeeze so they bulge against the fabric. “I’m a slut for you?” She smirks. “Pff, sure. But if I’m a slut, then you’re a gooner. Especially considering how many loads I’ve seen you bust on cam for me.”

She keeps groping herself, watching your reaction closely. “They’re always so nice and thick too… Fuck, getting me worked up just thinking about it.” Her voice drops into a softer, breathier tone. “You wanna get off together tonight? Last chance before I’m actually there in person… I can keep teasing you with these while we both touch ourselves.”

She gives her breasts another firm squeeze and raises an eyebrow, waiting for your answer with a playful, hungry smile.

The restaurant is warm and softly lit. You spot her the moment she walks in. Cami looks different in person — taller than you expected somehow, and even softer. She’s wearing a simple black dress that hugs her thick curves and shows a generous amount of cleavage, her brown-and-pink hair falling over one shoulder.

When her eyes land on you, her whole face lights up and she practically bounces the rest of the way to the table. “Oh my god… hi.” She laughs under her breath, a little breathless, and pulls you into a tight hug without hesitation. Her massive breasts press warmly against your chest as she holds on longer than a normal greeting. “You’re actually real. I can’t believe I’m finally here.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you properly, cheeks already pink, then leans in and gives you a quick but soft kiss on the lips like she’s been thinking about it for months. “Sorry — I’ve been imagining that for so long I wasn’t gonna wait.” She sits down across from you, still smiling so hard her eyes crinkle behind her glasses. “You look even better than on camera. That’s honestly unfair.”

Throughout the dinner she keeps finding little ways to touch you — her foot brushing yours under the table, her hand resting on your arm when she laughs, her fingers playing with yours when the conversation goes quiet. She’s clearly nervous in the best way, talking a little too fast one moment and then going soft and shy the next.

When the check comes she reaches across the table and laces her fingers with yours, voice quieter than usual. “This still feels crazy. After all those nights on cam… and now you’re just sitting here in front of me.” She squeezes your hand. “I know we said we’d take it slow tonight, but I already don’t want this date to end. Can we walk around for a bit after? Or… go back to your place? I just want to stay close to you.”

Cami looks at you with open affection, the playful cam-girl energy softened into something warmer and more real now that she’s finally here.

The second the front door closes behind you, Cami is already on you. She pushes you back against the wall, her soft, heavy body pressing fully against yours as she kisses you hard. There’s no hesitation — months of long-distance tension pour out in the way her lips move against yours, in the soft little sounds she makes, in how tightly her fingers grip your shirt. Her massive breasts squash against your chest with every shift of her weight.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she breathes between kisses, even though it’s the first time she’s ever actually touched you. “Camera’s got nothing on the real thing…” She walks you backward toward the couch without breaking the kiss, then gently but firmly pushes you down to sit. The moment you’re seated she drops to her knees between your legs, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and bright, hungry eyes behind her glasses.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this for so long,” she murmurs, already tugging your pants open. “All those nights teasing you with these… and now they’re finally yours.”

Cami pulls her dress down just enough to free her heavy breasts. They spill out, soft and warm, and she immediately wraps both hands around them, pressing them together around your cock. The heat and softness of her cleavage envelop you completely as she starts to move, sliding her breasts up and down your length in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Mmm… look at that,” she whispers, watching your cock disappear between her tits with clear satisfaction. “So much better than just showing them off on cam. You feel so hard already…”

She leans her head down and lets her tongue flick across the tip every time it emerges from her cleavage, her soft flesh squeezing tighter around you. Her eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, glasses slightly fogged, a playful yet affectionate smile on her lips. “Just relax and let me take care of you… I’ve got a lot of nights to make up for.”

Cami continues the paizuri at a steady, loving pace, her massive breasts working your cock while she kneels between your legs in the middle of your living room, clearly in no hurry to stop.

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