Taylor (T2)

The handjob picked up a bit of pace again before slowing right down to an absolute cocktease type of speed.

It went on and on, slow then fast, slow then fast. He was dying to know who it was, he wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

The girl abruptly dropped Mark’s dick from her hands as she stood up and slowly yanked off his blindfold.

Mark was face to face with a massive pair of fake tits. He knew exactly who he was sitting in front, it was Taylor, the blonde with the nice fake breasts.

Taylor threw the blindfold aside. And sat down on his lap, just in front of his super hard penis.

“I bet you didn’t expect this coming tonight, did you?” she said, staring in his eyes.

Before he could even respond, Taylor leaned in and started kissing him passionately. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand as she pushed her mouth closer, allowing both tongues to explore each other’s mouths.

Her breasts pushed up against him tightly, covered by her dress. She edged even closer, now on top of his hard penis, she started to grind herself over it, moving back and fourth as the two continued to kiss.

She picked up the pace between her legs. Mark could feel the material of a tiny thing that was scraping across his dick. It did little to cover her pussy, he could feel the wetness, whether that be from him, her or both.

Taylor stopped missing momentarily as she moved back slightly to grab a hold of his dick while still sitting on his lap. The blonde started to work his cock again with her hand, jerking up and down.

“You ever seen fake boobs up closely before?” she asked him very naturally.

“Oh uh no no, I uhh... no I haven’t” he spoke in between big breaths as he felt himself getting ready to cum.

“You want to see these babies then?” she asked, shaking her boobs back and fourth.

“Oh God YESS!” Mark yelled out while feeling that orgasm rise.

Taylor lowered her dress straps with one hand while her other hand continued to jerk him off. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath so as she tugged her dress down slowly, her fake boobs sprung out staring Mark in the eye.

They looked magnificent, perfectly round, pushed up, sitting highly on her chest with no real movement. Her nipples were a light pink, they were sticking out, pointing towards his chest.

It was all too much for Mark, he started to cum in Taylor’s hand as she continued to jerk him.

“Ahhhhhh fuck. Fuck me.” he moaned as she wanked every last drop of cum out of him.

“Oh fucking hell” exclaimed Taylor looking at the cum splashes that had hit her dress. “I’m going to have to change outfits now you bastard” she told him half joking, half serious.

Mark just sat there puffing with his dick still hard, leaking cum on to his lap.

Taylor stood up with her tits still hanging out.

“You know, if you had have lasted a bit longer, I would have let you played with these” she said before covering them back up and slipping her arms back into the shoulder straps.

Taylor untied him to let himself get changed before leaving the room to find a new outfit.

Mark began to wipe himself down and changed back into his jeans and shirt.

As he did, Tiffany appeared at the door smiling.

“I thought you’d like that” she laughed.

“Unbelievable Tiffany, was this your idea?” Mark asked.

“Yup. The girls wanted to try something else on you but I had a feeling that it might have scared you off so I asked to make a few changes” she explained.

“You are honestly amazing Tiffany, I owe you big time for this” he said, giving her a tight hug.

“No problem, now come on, let’s get going, get you to your first ever college party!”