“Hmm. I don’t know. They seem like nice tits, springy, soft… I’ve had my cock drained about ten times this afternoon already though. Maybe I’ll just slap them around while I drink my beer.”

“What? You don’t want to slide your cock up and down between my tits?!?” Kristen asked, pouting a little.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying, I’d rather slap them around and watch your pretty little face get covered in tears while I drink first, then I’ll probably fuck ‘em.”

“Well, the customer is always right.”