Um, no.

You reach down to her left breast, loving how clean she was able to get it, and heft it in your right hand. It spills over, and Sarah grunts. “You've already done so much to my big tits,” she murmurs to you. You gently squeeze, loving how her tit bends underneath your hand. “Go ahead,” she says, sighing as you reach down to pull her other tit into your grasp. She watches you play with her tits, completely willing to let you do what you want to her big breasts. “Well, I need something to do, too,” she says, grinning, and soon her mouth is on your cock, her head bobbing slowly up and down. When she pulls off after some amazing display of technique, she looks up.

“Can I be your girlfriend?” she asks, then slowly pulls your cock into her mouth. She lets a copious amount of spit flood your head and shaft, and you keep massaging her big breasts, sometimes squeezing roughly despite your desire to make Sarah feel good. On the particularly rough squeezes, you notice Sarah moan around your cock. When she pulls off, she bats her eyes and bites her lip, still soaked in spit. “I'll be a good girlfriend, John,” she murmurs. “I'll be so cool with all your friends, even though I'll just be waiting for them to leave so I can please you.” You grunt your approval as she pulls the head of your cock into her mouth again. She sucks on it gently for a few seconds, letting it fall from her lips with a wet plop. Your hands increase their activity on her tits, pushing them and bouncing them. She watches you play again with her breasts, your cock inches from her lips. She watches for a while, her tongue darting out to lick your cockhead, but her eyes remain firmly on her jiggling tits.

“See how good I am at being your girlfriend?” she says, her voice just innocent enough to get your mind reeling. “Do you like blowjobs?” she asks, sucking your cock meaningfully, bobbing more and more on it before pulling off. “I learned how to give really great blowjobs in college,” she offers. “My sorority sisters taught me. They always wanted me to do it topless, too,” she hints. You realize almost immediately that it's a story; Sarah never went to a sorority. You remember as she slides most of your head and shaft into her mouth that she and Emily had discussed the very thing a month or so ago. It doesn't matter, though, as you picture two smaller breasted women staring at Sarah's jiggling tits while she fellates a dildo in a wild lesbian fantasy. She continues to slowly suck your dick and you realize she's working you up to an amazing orgasm.

“Would you like to hear some perks of me being your girlfriend?” she asks as she lets your cock bounce out of her mouth. You groan, and she pulls your hands from her tits, gently. She wraps her breasts around you again, making your cock disappear. “You get titfucks from me whenever you want. And yeah, I'll go around braless when I stay at your place. I'll wear those low cut t-shirts so you can pull one of my fat jugs out to play with while the game is on.” Hearing your response, Sarah's voice drops and she looks at you with a few batted eyelids. “Even if you have friends over,” she whispers. "Show them how much you own me," she gently commands you. "For the Super Bowl, I'll let you titfuck me in front of them. Helluva halftime show," she offers.

You feel your cock lurch, but Sarah doesn't seem to notice as her flesh wobbles and slides over you, letting your straining head peek out every now and then. "Oh, that turns you on, doesn't it John? The idea of you showing off for all your friends. Show off your new toys?" she teases, and it sets you off. Sarah giggles as a rope of your cum shoots up in front of her face and falls back to land on her tits and her hands as she continues to titfuck you. She pumps over and over again, milking you dry, and leans over to catch the weaker, last pumps of your slowly softening cock.

"I've got a fantasy to confess," she whispers as she stands slowly. She hefts her left breast from below, cupping her tit and pushing it toward her face. She slowly licks the cum off of her heavy tit, scooping what she can't reach onto her fingers and slurping your load down. "I've always dreamed of milking a guy completely dry with my tits. I mean empty your balls completely. Can I drain you tonight, John?" She's finished cleaning her tits and she kneels this time, pushing you down on the bed. You feel her left tit fall against your right thigh, then her right boob land on your left. She grins and you realize you haven't answered yet.