Her back arched deeper and she shoved her tits out. Her eyes crossed as she turned her fascinated gaze in on the head of his prick, waiting eagerly for the magic moment when his jizz spurted out.

His fist frigged back violently.

His cumbags exploded and his cock-shaft rippled as the heavy load rushed up the hollow core. His piss-hole gaped wide open and his knob surged.

His hot, thick fuck-juice squirted from his prick and splashed on his sister's tits.

Bunny squealed with joy. The stuff felt as hot and as solid as melted lead.

Jack shot a second spurt out on the backstroke, then a third as his hand jacked back toward his balls. Cum slathered her tit-mounds and clung to her nipples and slimed into the cleft between her thrusting tits.

"Don't stop – keep cumming," she whimpered.

Jack was not about to stop. His balls seemed bottomless, his spunk load endless, his vitality boundless. He shot off as he pumped back and squirted as his fist yanked up, a steady stream of slime pouring from his piss-hole.

A creamy wad skimmed over the upper slopes of her tits and splashed in the fluttering hollow of her delicate throat, then ran beck down her breast bone in a glistening tide and seeped into her cleavage.

She was soaking from tits to belly, so coated with cum that she looked like a glazed donut. At long last Jack was drained.

But not for long.

CHAPTER FOUR

Bunny sat back, on her heels and tilted her head down, staring at her slimy tits.

Jack slumped back in the chair.

His balls were deflated and slack now, but his formidable cock was still standing rampant in his fist. It had softened only slightly.

Bunny began to massage her tits, working his cum into her tit-meat with both hands. She pulled on her vibrant titty tips, making them explode.

Jack jerked his prick in his fist, shaking a few cum drops from the knob, cracking it like a whip.