Reluctantly

You walk over to the kneeling girl, your dick half hard and bouncing with each step. She leans back, her hands shifting behind herself, eyes locked on your hole-breaker, entranced. The harsh lights on the warehouse illuminate one half of her face, casting the other in deep shadow, and you notice she's wearing some sparkly, glittery eyeliner. You pause for a moment, and the two of you just stare at each other, Sprinkles' eyes flicking from your cock to your face and back again. All is silent save for the soft hiss of the nearby waterfront, and the distant buzz of the city nightlife.

Then you take a deep breath, the cool, salty air filling your lungs. It's good to be alive! Well...Not-Dead? After-Alive? Fuck it, you exist, it's a nice night, and you're about to get your rocks off with a hot piece of fuckmeat. What more could you want?

Your eyes trace down the Asian's frightened face, over her bare shoulders, her white and pink jacket pooled around her wrists, her splayed skirt and bent knees, those massive fucking tits. She is a picture of innocence and naivety, and her trepidation is only stoking your need to break her into a white-hot fervor.

But before you can move, she breaks the silence.

"Sooo, umm...w-what d'you wanna know, Officer?" she asks, meekly glancing at your face before dropping her eyes back to your prick. A bead of cum drips onto the ground, and she shifts uneasily, causing her boobs to jiggle.

You gape at the titflesh, mouth hanging open, your shaft beginning to throb back to hardness. Then you step forward, dropping your hips into a squat in front of your Asian fucktoy, and exclaim-

"Wannafeelyourtitsbitch!"

Fuckin poetry, bro.

You drive your hips forward and up, straightening as you do. Your cock pistons under Sprinkle's midriff-baring cutoff shirt, and suddenly you find yourself wrapped in her voluptuous sweaterpuppies. You slap your hips upward, driving your cock into her cleavage, watching her fat boobs ripple.

"Eww eww eww eww eww! That is so gross!" Sprinkles squeals, her face scrunching up.

"No it's not, stupid," you say, reaching down to slap one of her breasts before squeezing it hard, holding it in place for your forthcoming titfuck. "These are grade-A dick drainers, see? This is what they're for! What else are you gonna do with such ridiculous milk jugs?"

Some folks are just too dumb. Lucky for them you're around to set things straight!

"Yeah, but...your thing was just in Sissy's ass..." Sprinkles whimpers, sniffling.

Oh.

Right.

You've got a case of dirty dick.

"That's not my problem, whore!" you cry, pounding into her chest, rocking her. "If you didn't want an ass-covered titfuck, maybe you shouldn't have grown these stupid things for guys to jerk themselves off with! You asked for this the moment you grew these fuckers!"

Sprinkles opens her mouth to respond, but you just talk right over her.

"I'm the law around here, and that means if I want to hatefuck your tits until I blow my load all over your stupid whore face, then make you and your bitch sister makeout until I'm hard again, then that's what's gonna happen!"

You ram your shaft into her cleavage as deep as you can, your cockhead poking up between her breasts, and grab her pigtails, yanking her head back so she's looking at you. She's teary-eyed, but there's an unmistakable smile on her face, and she gasps happily.

"Don't make me do that Mister!" she burbles, her own hands coming up to cup her oversized rack.

You smack her face, and she gasps, moaning breathily as she pumps her befouled tits for you.

"I'll do whatever the hell I like, you stupid bitch," you growl, letting her work herself for you. "And right now, what I'd like is to make you use your megaboobs to get me off while you answer my questions. That too difficult for you?"