No way

I grabbed Scott's phone.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm texting the guys to let them know that you drew your own room and that you are not going to meet them at the bar."

I hit send then tossed the phone on the bed. Scott smirked then pulled himself up from the couch and walked over to the bed. He laid down, his head propped up by two pillows.

I stood up and followed him but, as I got to the foot of the bed, I reached behind me and undid the clasp to my bra. Scott's eyes widened as the cups fell free and, for the first time in a while, my bare breasts filled his vision.

They only grew wider as I settled down between his legs and pressed my chest forward, then grabbed my breasts and squished them together around his cock.

"Oh, Jesus, Mandy," Scott groaned. His voice was full of desperation. I began pumping my tits up and down, the undersides smacking against his thighs.

"Oh, God, Mandy." I could see an energy flowing through him, starting at his fingertips and toes, flowing through his limbs to his body then concentrating at his core. I shook my head, trying to wave my hair out of my face but there was no use.

"Oh, God, Mandy. Oh, yeah." I got my whole upper body into it, bouncing aggressively on his lap. The head of his cock peaked out just a bit with each downward thrust.

"OH!" His legs went stiff.

"Fuck!" His cock swelled, pressing against the tight canal of my cleavage.

"OH!" He bucked his hips, shoving his cock upward. The head speared out of my breasts.

"AH! AH! AH!" His body began convulsing and then...

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" He erupted. Huge ropes of cum blasted from his cock like a geyser. Some reached as high as my eyebrows before raining back down onto the tops of my breasts. A few more pulses dribbled some more of his sticky seed down his shaft, pooling in the crevice of my pressed-together tits.

I looked up to find Scott, stretched out on his back, completely limp. His chest rose and fell in quick, heavy breaths. I used the last bit of energy I had left to lunge forward, landing on my back next to him.

"Fuck," I groaned. "I can't go any more. I can't even move. But I definitely need another shower."

My hair was a stringy mess, splayed across my face. I barely had the energy to pull a few strands from my mouth. My body was covered in sweat, every inch except for my chest, which was instead covered in a thick layer of cum. Large droplets of the sticky, white fluid slid over the curve of my breasts and dropped onto my stomach and the sheets below me.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. We showered again - no sex! Then passed out in each other's arms.