Three feet of cock- 4

“I changed my mind…”

“Oh, I don’t know… It might be too late for that.”

“Please!” he gasped. “I need it…”

She got down on her knees and parted his legs. She took some lotion and massaged it into her cleavage. With a wicked smile, she placed Peter’s cock between her breasts and pressed her tits together, massaging his manhood with her undulating udders. Keeping her breasts tightly together, she began sliding herself up and down Peter’s shaft. He stared in disbelief at the sight before of him, of his cock so blissfully surrounded. Her breasts were firm, but soft as silk. Their tender touch was more stimulating than any handjob he had ever received.

Batoul smirked happily at Peter’s obviously burning lust. She felt his cock throbbing between her tits. Her nipples tingled and her crotch grew wet as she continued her ministrations. Her breasts had always been sensitive. David could make her orgasm just from sucking her nipples, and she nearly always played with her breasts when she masturbated. And now, here she was, masturbating herself and Peter simultaneously. She wondered which of them would orgasm first…