Room and boobs

Let's start simple, thought Ed.

"I'm gonna take a room for me and Lydia and... and your boobs."

"Okay, it's gonna be 15 golds sir."

From his seemingly bottomless pouch, Ed pulled out the money and dropped it on the counter. As soon as she had pocketed it, she turned back to Ed and in one swift move pulled down the fabric over her hooters. The gigantic melons bounced up and down as she did, hypnotizing Ed with their swirling movement.

"All yours sir."

Tentatively, he reached with his hands toward those divine jugs. They were soft and supptle as he massaged them, her nipples hard under his palm. He kept fondling her breast, cupping them in his hands, pushing them together, rubbing her puffy nipples. Soon, he noticed her breathing had gotten quicker and heavier.

"Are you alright?"

"Sir." She said in a husky voice. "You can do anything you want to my breasts."

That was it. He yanked them forward, dragging her over the counter and taking her mouthwatering mounds into mouth, licking the aureole, biting her stiff nip and spreading saliva all over them. His hands molested her milk bags, kneading them like dough, stroking and grabbing handful of her flesh, mashing them together with a smacking sound and slapping them. When he calmed down, they had turned red from the spanking, glistening with a layer of saliva. Still bent over the counter, the waitress was panting hard, a hazy looks on her face.

"Will that be all sir?"