Not so fast...

As Jake's hands are mere millimeters away from Carrie's tits, her hands reach up and grab his skinny forearms, her fingers easily wrapping them in their entirety.

"Not so fast, cowboy. Touching my big boobies was not part of our deal." Carrie said, giving Jake a knowing smirk.

"But the deal was that you would obey 3 of my commands..." Jake replied, a look on his face reminiscent of a child's whose just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Clearly, he had thought that Carrie agreeing to this deal meant she would be lax about any further sexual endeavours on his part.

He was wrong.

"Are you making that one of your commands then? You command me to let you touch my titties? Very well." And without loosening her grip, she mashed his hands into her very large, very squishy tits. "Mmmh, that feels good, my boobies are so sensitive right now. I was going to have my boyfriend do this, but you commanded me, so..."

Suddenly, Carrie's comment reminded you that you were present, and not just watching this happen from a distance. This made it all that much harder to watch your sleazeball roommate touch your girlfriend's newly enlarged boobs before you. You started towards the two of them, and opened your mouth to say anything that would cause him to stop, but were cut off when Carrie's eyes shot towards you and she shook her head subtly. You stepped back and kept quiet, cautious of getting on Carrie's bad side at her new height.

As Carrie kept mashing Jake's hands into her tits, she began moaning. Then her moans got louder. Then she mashed harder. You had seen Carrie in action enough to recognize that these were not completely honest moans. While you had no doubt that she was at least in part enjoying the attention to her sensitive tits, you equally suspected she was putting on a show. Why she felt the need to do so was a mystery, but once again, you had no desire to question or upset her. So you kept quiet, and allowed her to continue her **** on her own breasts using Jake's hands.

"OH MY GOD, JAKE. This feels SO damn good! you have no idea how wet this is making me." Carrie half-shouted, half-moaned. The woman could put on quite the show, you'd give her that. "IT FEELS SO. DAMN. GOOD!"

As she spoke, she continued to squeeze, harder and harder, pushing Jake's hands into her tits deeper and harder. You suddenly realized just how tight Carrie's grip was on Jake's wrists, and just how pained his face was. She wasn't just smushing his hands into her, she was crushing his hands into her!

"Urgh, hey, relax! I'm glad you're enjoying yourself but - uff - you're breaking my hands!" Jake strained out. Carrie only pushed his hands in further. "Let go!"

Carrie suddenly stopped moaning. Her eyes snapped down to Jake, the faintest hint of a smirk on her face, noticed only by you.

"That sounded an awful lot like another demand. I'm surprised you would want to let go off these sexy boobies, but if you insist..." Then she dropped his hands.

"Argh, fuck!" Jake said, half in pain, half in frustration, as he massaged his sore forearms.