Get him off with your breasts

Seeing Brigette’s breasts tease the wug’s cock gives you an idea. Gently you nudge Brigette aside and crawl on hands and knees before the fish-man. Rising onto your haunches, you heft your bust and push the wug’s cock between your massive tit-flesh. The wug throws his head back, croaking in surprise.

“Mmm. You love our breasts, don’t you?” you tease as you mash the pink wedge of his meat between your tanned breasts. Your milk and his pre provide all the lubrication you need to seamlessly stroke him.

“Y-yes. So good,” the wug croaks.

“So soft,” you coo. “So full of milk. And you drink us dry so often. That deserves a special reward.”

The wug is beyond words. He can only nod in frantic enthusiasm to your ministrations, his eyes rolling in his head, hands clawing at the ground behind him as his hips pump frantically against the smooth orbs or your breasts.

“Tell me,” you croon, your tongue flicking from your mouth between words, darting to taste the pre which drips from its cock. “Tell me. When. You’re. Cumming.”

“So…close,” the wug groans. He grabs your fiery mane of hair for leverage as he frantically jerks himself off between the cushions of your engorged breasts.

“When,” you urge.

“Now!”

You pull your breasts down one last time, shoving them against his scaly abdomen, revealing the length of pink fuck meat. You lean down, capturing his cock in your warm mouth, tongue lashing at his amphibian fuck pole. This proves too much, and with a throaty croak the wug spills his seed deep into your mouth. You suck, draining him down to the last drop. Your lashes flutter, his seed like nothing you have ever tasted. Salty and somewhat cold, it glops down your throat in heavy globs.

At last he finishes and slumps against the wall. You pull free the vacuum of your mouth and swallow the last of his cum, not wasting a single drop.