Confusion

Janice speaks in a low voice.

"Think of what aspect of a woman excites you the most."

Ryan smiled and his cock grows.

"What are you thinking about, dear?" Janice asks soothingly.

"Tits. I mean breasts," Ryan gulped as his cock gets harder.

"It's okay to say 'tits.' It's okay and perfectly acceptable. Everything is acceptable," Janice sighed.

She takes his hands and places them on her tits. Ryan moans.

"Now think about tits. Focus on tits. Cock. Breasts. Juggs. Prick. Knockers. Dick. Funbags. Pecker."

Ryan knits his eyebrows.

"Just relax and feel my flesh against yours," Janice continued.

Ryan relaxes and his smiles widens.

"Do you like tits?" she asked.

"Yes!"

"From now on when you think of tits, you will also think of cocks."

Ryan gulped.

Janice pulled back.

"If you want to touch my tits again, you will also think of cocks."

Ryan agreed but it was a lie. There waas no way she would know of he was thinking of cocks or not.

Janice places her tits in his hands again. His cock jerks.

"Good boy. Now keep on feeling my tits and think of hard cocks. Touch my nipples and let your mind drift to the cock tips. Think of how juicy my tits are and how delicious pricks are."

Ryan moaned uncontrollably.

Janice reached down to Ryan's hard cock and began stroking.

"Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock," she said in rhythm with her strokes.

"Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock," she repeated, going faster and faster with each stroke.

"Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock." Janice felt Ryan's cock harden even more.

"Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Repeat after me if you want to cum!"

"Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock. Tits. Cock," they said in unison.

As Ryan was about to cum, Janice altered the chant. "Tits. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock.

And Ryan repeated it word for word and finally came.

"COCK," Ryan shouted and squirted all over Janice.