I’d been waiting for you, ready to start the show you came for. I could see the hunger in your eyes, even with that shy little bulge you tried to hide. I teased you slowly, pressing your small cock between my soft, painted boobs, moving just enough to make you lose control. I loved feeling you twitch with every squeeze, my eyes locked on yours the whole time. And when you couldn’t hold it anymore, you painted my chest with every drop of your cum. Next time would you last longer between my tits?