Tits too powerful to contain

"Hold... hold up a sec," you ask.

"I really need to get going." Carly continues bouncing on your cock. "Would you mind hurrying up and cumming?"

Your cock really wants to comply with this request, but you also want to see Carly topless. You concentrate on reaching to the area on the bench above your head. You manage to grasp the notebook and pull it forward, just barely catching the pencil you stuffed inside before it falls to the floor. Carly keeps bouncing on top of you, but you manage to scribble, "carly ruiz: bigger boobs"

"Ow, ow, ow!" shouts Carly, coming to a stop. "This bra is driviing me crazy today! Damn it!" She rips off the top of her cheerleader uniform, revealing two huge melons bursting out of a way too small bra. She reaches behind her and unsnaps the bra as she says, "I don't know why I ever thought this little bra was big enough for me. I need to get some new underwear."

Your jaw goes slack and your eyes pop out of your head. Her breasts are amazing, big, round, and perfectly shaped, just as you'd imagined. You drop the notebook on the floor beside the bench as she drops her bra. Then she starts bouncing on your cock again, and her huge boobs jump with every motion.

"Oh, fuck, Carly! Your tits are so hot! I want to touch them so bad!"

She makes a disgusted face. "Don't talk like that. They're breasts, not... that other thing you said. Only Jordan gets to touch them. And that reminds me, don't tell anyone about this! I don't want him to get jealous!"

You almost argue with her about whether or not Jordan is the only one who will touch her breasts. However, right now, with these huge tits bouncing so close to your face and this perfect, athletic cheerleader pussy rubbing your cock at full speed, it doesn't matter what she thinks. Nothing matters, because everything is perfect.

You cum hard. Your cock shoots off inside of her, and it seems to last forever. Carly stops moving, her perfect hispanic features watching you as you cum.

As soon as you finish, she hops off of you. She picks up the bra, looks at the now useless thing for a moment, then throws it away before pulling her tight cheer top on.

"Wow, that was great!" You say. "Did you finish, too?"

"No, but that's okay. I've got to get to lunch. Jordan is waiting on me."

"Okay, no problem. I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you in class tomorrow, Jeremy." She waves and walks out of the locker room as if it was no big deal, like she'd just passed you in the hall and not fucked your brains out.

You take a couple of minutes to catch your breath before you pull up your pants and leave the girls locker room.