Motorboat her

At your heart, you're an intelligent man, underneath all the layers. And, as an intelligent manner, it's a simple manner of logical deduction to figure out what you want: the titties. Despite what Prison School tells you, the titties are the gold standard. After all, there's a reason you

"Did you say something?" your date asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pause, reminding yourself not to openly speak your thoughts.

"Oh, no, don't worry about it," you smile, while pushing aside the worry of how much you've said out-loud. "Let's dance."

You extend your arm, grabbing her waist as you pull her in closer. She smiles at you, intrigued by the closeness between the two of you, as her hand joins your waist. You draw your mouth in close, kissing her on the lips. The kiss tastes of cheap vodka and cheaper mixer to match it, but you're clearly long past the point of consideration of taste. You tongue her deeply as she eagerly moves to match your kissing in its passion, the two of you squeezing in close. Her tits look especially delicious, her cleavage extensive as you draw in nearer. After a moment of making out, you're eager to get access to her mounds of flesh.

You break your kiss from her, leaning in and pressing your face against her neck. You plant a series of kisses along her neck, pressing your lips against them as you kiss warmly, nibbling and biting gently along her fair skin as you slowly descend down her neck.

"Oh, Jack," she mutters breathily, clearly aroused by your act.

She leans her head back in an offering motive, and you're eager to take control, pressing your face against her chest and planting a series of kiss along her faint flesh. You kiss, bite, nibble and caress your way downwards, and soon find the opportunity to nuzzle affectionately into her chest. Your face presses into her cleavage, now drunkenly kissing and licking at her breast flesh as she moans back at you.

"Jeez, Jack," she says, showing a modicum of self-restraint, but you're far beyond that now.

Pressing your nose into the deepest part of her bosom, you eagerly shake your face from side-to-side, thrusting your face deeper into her tits. You shake your face against her breasts, your tongue out, slathering her tits with your saliva as you let her mountainous breasts smack against your face and head.

Your cock is nearly bursting out of your pants now, and you're eager for satisfaction. Fuck dancing, fuck whatever thoughts you had when you stumbled onto the dance floor, fuck it all, time to find some relief.