Never Mind That She Had Just Graduated With A PhD In A Special Branch Of Organic And Biochemistry And

Never mind that she had just graduated with a PhD in a special branch of organic and biochemistry and molecular biology, because she was putting her talents to use in order to obtain ‘empirical evidence’ on a hypothesis she had suggested regarding whether size affected the pleasure scale.

Right now, however, she said she wanted to be your bimbo fuck doll, your own personal slut. Your feet motioned you forward as, wide-eyed, you saw her gain another three inches…

“So, I take it you had a good trip in the Amazon?”

“It was... fruitful.”

“Aha? Yes,ell, I can see that. Say, why don’t you back to my place and get some... rest. You must be aching after that long flight and I know a great massage technique to take care of that.”

Elena’s embrace tightened around her friend’s improved body, and just then her hand began to slip toward’s the massive, unavoidable bust which, if she weren’t on tip toes now, her chin would be firmly nestled in that cleavage. Her other hand moved to grasp Mandy’s, and she lowered herself, pausing for a moment there and looking up at Mandy’s vixen-grin, before leading her prize along the boardwalk towards her apartment.

Your mind told you to back away, but a certain other part of you drew closer to her. She grinned, her panties catapulted across the alleyway.

“Looks like I’m not the only one getting bigger!” she advanced hungrily upon her prize, licking her lips as she knelt before you, still looming larger than life “Let’s see if I can give you a spurt of your own.” You felt her hands clamp tightly around your ass, lightly thumbing the buttocks, which were taut with anticipation. You wonder if she had even noticed the trousers she had ripped away.

You managed to look up at her smile for a moment, and her eyes might have followed yours back down, but then again maybe not. What the hell were you supposed to do? Say something? Did she know? How the hell could she not have noticed? She was sweating and her nips were the peaks of the swelling circus tents of her shirt. You saw the cups of her bra hanging loose inside her shirt, which was becoming more see through by the moment. Her breathing was heavier and ragged, as if she were trying to keep herself restrained perhaps, or maybe you were being paranoid. Well, at least if she hadn’t noticed this, there was no way in hell she would notice your cock, hard and hot, straining against your shorts, down to which her boobs were reaching as they ripped away the last remains of her shirt. They began to push you back, and she smiled, just biting the edge of her lip, before her eyes fluttered shut in what you had to call admittance or realisation.

Bigger again, huh? You know, I’m beginning to think that I’ll never have enough tit for you!

Oh, but don’t worry, I’m hardly pouting about it. In fact- and this is a secret, so shhh!- you might like it, but I lov- uhh! Sorry, it’s hard to ah! -concentrate after it starts because mmm.. -it ooh! -feels so good! Ohh! OHHHH!

You didn’t know it was possible to get blue balls after masturbating. You were even now frantically writing an email, applying for that desk job that had come up a month back, even as your phone pinged with the sound of another incoming photo.