Give him what he wants

"God, you have time to jerk off to a normal picture cause it's got some cleavage in it but not rush over to help me?" You know that Alex is kind of... well, once he has his mind set on something he's not easily shaken from it. You decide the easiest way to get things moving is to give him what he wants. You peel your shirt off and send him a picture of your exposed breasts.

Moments pass before your phone chimes, another message from Alex. Or... not a message, but a video. You hesitate but decide to hit play. What greets you is the sight of him jerking off. To completion, you note, as 30 seconds into the video he erupts, covering his hand and stomach with cum. When the clip ends, you just stare at your screen for a few moments before finally managing to send a reply.

You: I didn't need to see that, dude.

Alex: Sorry, just got caught up.

You: Gonna come help me out?

Alex: Gotta help my old man with some stuff. Will be by in an hour or two.

You groan and toss your phone aside. Of course he's busy. And of course he didn't mention that until you sent him a picture of your tits. He can be such an asshole. You look down at your chest, large tits rising and falling with each breath. You grab them and squeeze a bit, annoyed that they sparked that whole exchange. As your palms brush your nipples, though, you feel jolts of pleasure fire out from them. You squeeze and kneed them, enjoying the sensation.

"Like stress balls stuck to my chest..." you say. And, you know, added benefit that they feel nice.

Biting your lip, you consider... you have an hour or two to kill before help arrives, and he managed to get some pleasure out of your chest. Don't you deserve to as well?