.." Sarah felt an orgasm overwhelm her as she leaned forward; her thighs shook and pressed against the lounge tightly as once again her cock spurted. ...he growled like an animal as she came, her eyes closed tight. As her orgasm subsided she sat back up, settling down on the implement buried deep in her pussy. "Frank understood. And he had access to the materials to make our dream come true. And to make me as I am now..." She ran her hands over her large firm breasts, milk dripping from her. Michael debated whether to push her away or ride it out. Riding it out won over. Finally she slowed and released her hold on his arms. Michael let go of her neck and she relaxed against his chest. Her breathing was still rapid, so Michael began stroking her back and rocking her. He also made a shhhhing noise to calm her. Panting very hard, she gasped in his ear, Im sorry Master. That was wrong of me. Sorry for what? For losing control like that? Dont be, I loved it, he answered still trying to. I’m surprised if not shocked. “What does she have in mind. ? Should she not be satisfied yet with what just happened, he must already be pretty aroused no?" While caressing the man with her foot, she whispers" Oh, very promising!” The man does nothing but continues to look at her from all sides. The bartender approaches. He pretends to clean a glass but it’s the same one since at least a quarter of an hour. I suspect him to ask us to go, but no he stays there, looks at us, or rather, looks to. If the rod emerging from his waist were out of proportion, the breasts Sam attached to his chest were absurd. The picture he'd used as a model was Zena Fulsom, a porn star with extremely large boobs. What Sam didn't realize was that the immense orbs were really prosthetics, skillfully applied for the photo shoots. All he saw were enormous tits, and his compunction toward titty fucks drove him to select the largest breasts he could find. And the silly machine didn't know that the breasts.