Three feet of cock- 4

He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly covered its entire surface with lotion. His cock was now hard and pointing skyward. He began stroking it rapidly, staring at Batoul’s breasts, while she continued her teasing performance. “Do you want to see my nipples?” she asked.

“God, yes…”

She bit her lower lip, and took away one fingertip from each nipple, revealing the edges of her pinkish-brown areolae. She looked down as though amazed by her own tits. Then, slowly, finally, she pulled away her hands altogether, and revealed her full, heavenly breasts.

They were flawless. Huge, round, firm… They were a pale pink, the same color as her blushing cheeks. Her small nipples were hard, and her breasts were heaving as Batoul panted from arousal.

“Slow down. You need to be measured…”

Peter frowned, but allowed her to measure his cock. “Hmmm…five and a half. Not bad…” She moved towards her bra, but Peter stopped her.

“Wait! You’re just going to leave me like this?”

“You’re the one who wanted it to be quick,” she reminded him.