We were both working furiously now. With thumb and forefinger

Daphne was jerking off her nipples like they were a pair of stiff little dicks. Her breasts had swelled to almost double their normal size and began flushing to a dull purple color. They stretched the tit sacks so tight there was no jiggle in them anymore and they had grown four or five inches in length too.

They looked like the ends of monstrous, erect purple salamis sticking out of her chest. Daphne had cupped as much as she could of those tight tubes with the remaining fingers of each hand and started jacking off her own tits! She worked the skin back and forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of her nipple shafts; the swollen, purple breast meat sliding inside the tight, transluscent outer skin.

Although she was pumping at lightening speed now, I could see that her hands were working in unison, both sliding in and out at the same time over her jugs and nipples. Her back was forced into an arch and with each stroke her whole upper body and neck jerked forward not three feet away from my awestruck face. I looked up into her mouth which was held stretched open in a silent scream as she jerked off her tits.

Her nostrils flared out and her face flushed a dull, blood red.

She had gotten some lubrication from a liquid that began seeping out of her nipple holes and her hands became a slippery, sliding blur as Daphne's tit climax overtook her. Even as her her body became paralyzed in orgasm her hands continued to work. As I stared in shock, her nipples came and began spurting their tit cream out in gushes, each stroke of her hands squeezing out a long, steady stream of milky cum-juice from each tit. At that moment I also exploded, filling my pants with more cum than I had every shot before, but it was no match for the waterfall flowing from Daphne's pumping boobs.