Our partners were away. We both felt somewhat guilty, but my fiancee Carol’s best friend Sally was expertly tugging my well-lubricated cock. Her bare erect nipples glistened with my saliva.
“You have wonderful control,” she whispered.
“Always,” I smugly replied.
“I can’t count how many times before you met Carol I saw her in the back seat, topless, doing this to a well-hung boyfriend on a first date. All were much bigger than you,” said Sally.
“Oh no,” I gasped as I uncontrollably ejaculated a huge load over Sally’s perfect huge tits.
“Maybe usually, not always,” murmured Sally, triumphantly.
