Pop the top.

You shrug. Taking hold of the bottom of the sports bra, you pull it up and over your head, allowing your massive melons to bounce free for them to ogle. You see their faces flush as they take you in. You give a bit extra, tossing the top away and sliding your hands over your figure seductively. You squeeze them together for a moment, and then let them jiggle back down again.

"How's that for a favour?" you say with a bite of your lip.

What really encourages you is what you notice next. The front of their shorts starts to tighten. You see their large members become hard as rocks, all caused by your body. They're erect, all from you.

"Damn. This show is getting me hot. It's kind of embarrassing," Madu mutters.

"I see that," you say, looking down at both of their erections. "You're not hiding it very well.

Lukman self-consciously brings his hands down. "Sorry. You're just god damn smokin'."

You strut up to both of them, and then come between them. You press your tight shorts against Lukman's groin, all while facing his brother. You feel the erection between your cheeks and against your lower back, and you hear him quietly groan.

He instinctively wraps his arms around you from behind, and feels his hands up and down your body. One slides over your stomach and thighs, while the other curves over your bust. You lean against him and smile at Madu.

In the most tantalizing manner, you beckon him with a gesture of your finger, looking him dead in the eyes.