Later

Christina left the house wearing high heels, a pair of pink silk panties, and a tight t-shirt over her bare chest.

I lazed around a while until she returned. "How did it go?"

"Bunch of prudes in this town. Ready for that titty fuck?"

"Sure."

Christina stripped off her shirt, and I stripped naked. She lay down, and I straddled her with my dick between her tits as she massaged my dick with them.

"I'm not having friends over tonight for a pool party."

"Yes, you will."

"Fine, but do now wait on us hand and foot."

"It's my house, and I treat my guests accordingly."

"OK, your rules, but don't offer blow jobs."

"It's my house. I told you that. I'll suck any cock I want."

I decided to try something. "Don't orgasm when I cum on your tits." I then ejaculated on her tits.

"Oh god!" she cried. "I...oh god!"

After I finished, I stood up. "Tonight, don't parade around in your sexiest bra and panty combo, and do not let us get into your wine cellar."

"For the love of god!" she said sitting up. "It's my house. How many times do I have to tell you that. You can have any wine you want, and I'll wear whatever I want."

"Ugh, fine."