Of course he's up for a tit-fuck, but with whom?

Matt looked at Cindi, then the other girls. Of course he would love getting a tit-fuck from any of them {if ****=false}except his sister, of course{endif}. But if he picked one, all the others would be disappointed. Pissing off most of them didn't seem like good business... or good long term sexual satisfaction.

"Well," he said. "I'm not sure--"

"I told you he'd say that," Wendy said. "Because he doesn't want to hurt any of our feelings. He's so sweet."

"More like because he's worried he'd blow his chances with the rest of you," Natasha said, obviously assuming he would pick her. Which, to be honest, he probably would have. All of the girls had nice tits but they ranged from an A cup to a B cup, with Natasha at the upper end of the C range. Not to mention that Natasha was the most beautiful of the lot. Which made him Mr. Superficial, he supposed.

"We'll all take off our tops," Cindi proclaimed, "and take turns rubbing his dick while Sabrina gets ready. If we futz around and argue about it, she'll be out and none of us will get anything."

Matt wasn't sure who had put Cindi in charge. On the other hand, the other girls seemed to follow her direction so he wasn't going to argue. One thing he'd learned about Cindi, she cared about his satisfaction.

Less than a minute later, Matt was on the bed surrounded by tits. He had tits in his mouth, a different girl's tit in each hand, tits rubbing his chest, and a pair of tits surrounding his dick, stroking him up and down while more than one girl pushed those tits together to increase the pressure.

This had to be the greatest moment in his life.

"What the fuck?" Tanya sounded pissed.

"What?" Natasha demanded.

"I'm away for five minutes and this?"