I found myself looking at her shiny tight breasts, almost black with color now, protuding eight inches straight out from under her armpits and her arms tied tight behind her upstraining, choked neck and I knew I had to grasp those eggplants in my hands and jerk them off like she had done to herself. Latching on to them from underneath, I could only get my fingers about halfway around the bottom half of her hard, swollen, deep-purple bazooms.

My palms began working back and forth on the underside of her jugs. They were hard, but springy on the outside and they gave in a little to my gripping pressure. I stroked harder and the outer skin began to move back and forth with my hands, like the sliding foreskin on a man's prick. But the inner, blood-tight tubes were distended hard. As I moved the skin back and forth I could feel them growing in there, even longer and more erect. The juice from her nipples mixed into my fingers causing my palms to slip and slide. White foam began coating my hands as her inner tits pulsated like dicks about to come. Splacking sounds from my foamy hands now reeled my senses as I slid them faster and faster over

Daphne's turgid balloons.

Linda was still pumping like a machine into her slippery behind, not letting up, maintaining a constant driving fuck. Daphne's body began stiffening. I knew it was beginning for her and my balls twitched in anticipation of her release, when I spied my still rock-hard penis straining into thin air. My hands weren't about to loose their jerking grip on Daphne's slithering boobs.

My eyes were darting around desperately for a way when they landed on her puffy, blushing cheeks and the sopping wad protuding from her round, semi-open lips.