The CHEST Press: Part Three

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The chest press, part three. Greg, who had just basically been headbutted in the groin and tackled, was in a place between mind-numbing pain and total ecstasy. Anna, now laying on top of Greg at stomach level, raised herself up onto her elbows and said apologetically, Greg, I'm so sorry, are you okay?

Greg looked down and instantly felt his boner come back to life. Anna's naked tit sat pressed against the rapidly rising tent in his pants, the swollen head of his cock exposed out the top and lodged between her titanic tanned marbles. Her teacup saucer-sized caramel-coloured areola sat upturned on his lap, a single trail of milk leaking from one of her baby-feeding engorged nipples.

Uh, Greg, Anna whispered concernedly. Anna couldn't have known the combination of this visual, and her looking up at him with those big brown eyes was too much for Greg. With a look caught somewhere between horror and crazed lust, Greg replied breathlessly, I'm sorry, Anna, I'm going to.

.. From somewhere deep within Greg's balls he could literally feel an eruption of jizz travel up the length of his rigid nine-inch cock, announced to Anna by only a single stream of pre-cum leaking down the sides of her left breast. She looked down at the leaky mushroom tip of Greg's cock, poking out from inside the lid of his pants and her tits, and looked back up at Greg with a look of confusion.

As she opened her mouth about to speak, a thick rope of cum shot up out of Greg's rigid cock head, flying about six feet above and over his head. A second rope hit Anna like a bullet right under the chin, exploding into several smaller ropes that rained down on both of her fat, upturned udders. The third volley of cum pumped out a milky payload that sprinkled like a water fountain onto each of Anna's upturned torpedoes and ran down both areola to collect in a pool of breast milk and jism on his lap.

Well, this is awkward, Greg muttered under his breath. The ridiculousness of the understatement in the face of Anna's freshly coated sticky globes and the thinning line of cum hanging from the underside of her chin struck both Greg and Anna as laughable. Surprisingly, Anna did laugh.

Well, less of an out loud laugh and more of an awkward smile. Wow, they've never had that effect on a guy before, she replied breathlessly. Not even your husband, asked Greg.

Anna's demeanour shifted as she bit her bottom lip and stared at Greg's stiffening cock already twitching back to life between her magnificent milk bags. He's not really touched me much since pregnancy, honestly. This struck Greg as insane and actually made him a little angry.

This guy had all of this deliciousness at home and wasn't furiously pumping away at this woman every chance he got. Greg, unable to contain his dismay, blurted out, is he fucking crazy? Surprised but also flattered by the outburst, Anna peered down at Greg's newly erect cock between her tits with a mischievous grin and said, I don't think he's the only crazy one when it comes to my body.

I think you're a little crazy in the opposite way. They both caught each other's eye and shared a quick moment of, was it, mutual understanding? The moment was short-lived as the change room door swung open and Cindy's voice could be heard speaking to someone else who Greg assumed was the plumber.

Anna jumped up, a gooey line of coxnut hanging about six inches off the tip of her chunky right nipple while Greg snatched his pants back up over his waist.