Reach over and pull her shirt over her tit

You don't trust yourself to say anything but you lean over to pull Sarah's shirt over her breast. She grunts, the steady rhythm of her pumping hand slowing as her sensitive tit thuds against her chest. "Need to see my tit? Or did you want Beth to see it when she hears you cum?" Sarah asks, never taking her hand from your cock. "I'm talking a lot, aren't I?" she asks, glancing down at her hand before focusing once more on Beth's tight, perfect ass. "But now that I've got the idea of Beth bouncing on your cock, I'm not sure I'm going to be satisfied until I see it. I'll still finish you off, but only so you can last a while inside her. I bet you'll want her doggy, right? To watch that perfect ass bouncing on you? Fuck John, I want to see you fuck her stupid," she whispers, somehow still keeping it nearly silent. You feel her hand pull down your underwear, letting your cock free.

"I've pulled your cock out so Beth can see it when you cum," she groans. Your hand instinctively fills with Sarah's tit and you feel her struggle to keep her response quiet. "Play with that big tit while I get you off to Beth's ass," she whispers. You are both amazed as Beth bends over, and Sarah grunts as you flop her tit around. Still quiet, she nods as she strokes your cock.

"Just like that," she moans softly, and it is obvious to both you and Sarah that Beth is in her own little yoga world. Sarah seems to bounce your cock a bit before resuming her strokes. "I'd love this inside me," she says softly. "But I think I owe you one after last night," she teases. You recall the events of Sarah working you over with her tits time and again, emptying your balls until the barest amount spilled from your cock. You pick up Sarah's tit and let it thud against her chest again. Sarah's eyes close as the big breast wobbles over her chest from the impact. Sarah looks at you and grins. "You are getting it," she whispers. "Use my tit." She continues stroking you as your eyes shift from Beth's ass to your girlfriend's heavy jug.

Your hand continues to stroke and bounce Sarah's big tit. You tug gently on her nipple, and glance at her face to see her eyes flutter slightly at times while you manipulate her perfect orb. You fight the urge to pull her tit up to your mouth, though you have no doubt you could stretch it a good distance given its pliability. You push the nipple up and down gently, trying to avoid any surprise sensation, and are rewarded with another shudder of Sarah's curvy body. You are amazed at how responsive she is to your tit play, and your focus shifts from what she's doing to you to your new girlfriend's big breast. She glances at you and your face must be somewhat comforting. She smiles at you as you bounce her tit around her chest. You feel like you could do it all morning when you feel a sudden pressure at your waist.

Despite your distraction, you're still surprised you don't notice Sarah covering your cock until you feel your underwear's waist band snap over you. Your cock is still rigid and you look at her. "Do you really want Beth finding out that I was jerking you off to her ass?" she says. You swallow, realizing she's right. You let her pull her shirt over her tits and move toward the coffee pot.

"Coffee?" you ask, trying to regain your bearings. Sarah nods, and you pour a cup, still steaming. You smile as you gesture to the cream and sugar, and she shakes her head. You put the coffee down, black, in front of her.

"There's only one kind of cream I'm looking for," Sarah whispers. You stiffen. The noise in the kitchen has obviously alerted Beth, who waves genially before bending over and exposing her tight ass once more. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Sarah says in that whisper. "I didn't realize her ass was so amazing." You feel your cock lurch, and you suddenly find yourself wishing Sarah had finished. She takes a pull of her coffee and Beth sighs. She seems to be sitting, cross legged on her mat, with her eyes closed, and Sarah motions you to follow her. You see her slip out toward the stairs. You follow, and see Sarah with her shirt pulled tight, her tits bouncing under the fabric with abandon. She turns to face you and you see her nipples trying to poke holes through her t-shirt. She licks her top lip before she speaks.

"I didn't want to interrupt her meditaton, and I really need one more favor from you," she tells you. You look at her, nodding.

"What do you need?" you ask.

"Can you please get me off?" she says, her voice shaking with sudden need. "I'll let you pick however you want to do it," she offers. "But I don't want to do it myself with my boyfriend right here. And I'll do whatever you want this trip. I promise. And I mean anything," she adds.