Quoted By: >>68049219
>>68049152
>”What the fuck are you looking stupid for?! Don’t make me fucking repeat myself! This is a one-time thing!”
>...
>There’s no fucking way.
>Are we actually about to do this?
>Instead of challenging my luck again, I just shut my mouth and watch as Trish pulls the yellow hoodie over her head, revealing the black tank top she was wearing underneath.
>...Holy fuck. That hoodie does not do her justice.
>I had a feeling that Trish’s tits were humongous. You could see that much even through the hoodie.
>But those were some of the fattest boobs I’ve ever seen. This was porn-star level.
>I immediately feel a tent starting to form in my pants as my thoughts race.
>She scoffs and gives me a challenging look.
>”Are you seriously getting hard from just watching me take off my damn hoodie? God, you’re so pathetic.”
>I mean…she wasn’t wrong there. I AM asking my mortal enemy for a titjob.
>But who cares? I’m about to see some fat knockers.
>She reluctantly grabs the corners of her tank top, before pulling.
>The sound of her boobs flopping back down on her chest is so damn enticing.
>God, I could listen to that all day.
>The only thing still covering her up now is her bra.
>I can’t help but snort a little as I realize that her bra is also purple.
>It’s a darker purple than her skin, but it’s still pretty noticeable that she picked it because it looks so much like her skin.
>”Alright skinnie, enough ogling.”
>She covers her chest with her arms before shoving me back into a chair.
>She kneels down so that her face is now hovering above my crotch.
>Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit.
>”You’re that hard already? And I haven’t even done anything. God, you’re fucking hopeless…”
(Part 2)
>”What the fuck are you looking stupid for?! Don’t make me fucking repeat myself! This is a one-time thing!”
>...
>There’s no fucking way.
>Are we actually about to do this?
>Instead of challenging my luck again, I just shut my mouth and watch as Trish pulls the yellow hoodie over her head, revealing the black tank top she was wearing underneath.
>...Holy fuck. That hoodie does not do her justice.
>I had a feeling that Trish’s tits were humongous. You could see that much even through the hoodie.
>But those were some of the fattest boobs I’ve ever seen. This was porn-star level.
>I immediately feel a tent starting to form in my pants as my thoughts race.
>She scoffs and gives me a challenging look.
>”Are you seriously getting hard from just watching me take off my damn hoodie? God, you’re so pathetic.”
>I mean…she wasn’t wrong there. I AM asking my mortal enemy for a titjob.
>But who cares? I’m about to see some fat knockers.
>She reluctantly grabs the corners of her tank top, before pulling.
>The sound of her boobs flopping back down on her chest is so damn enticing.
>God, I could listen to that all day.
>The only thing still covering her up now is her bra.
>I can’t help but snort a little as I realize that her bra is also purple.
>It’s a darker purple than her skin, but it’s still pretty noticeable that she picked it because it looks so much like her skin.
>”Alright skinnie, enough ogling.”
>She covers her chest with her arms before shoving me back into a chair.
>She kneels down so that her face is now hovering above my crotch.
>Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit.
>”You’re that hard already? And I haven’t even done anything. God, you’re fucking hopeless…”
(Part 2)