Tristan let go of his cock and reached between my breasts to unclasp my bra, as it was a brand that clasped at the front.

Freed from the supporting garment they wobbled back and forth slightly as I bobbed and pushed backwards against Shane’s fingers.

Tristan reached under me with one hand and around my back with the other, cupping my swinging tits almost as if testing their weight. His cock pressed into my side as he squeezed my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples, wet with his own pre-cum.

My vibrator worked tirelessly at my clit, humming a growing pleasure into me with every passing second.

I did think...