They're amazing!

“They're amazing!” Morty groaned.

“Want to touch them?” Summer asked with a smile.

“God yes.” Morty nodded gently reaching out and sliding his fingers along the top of her smooth breast.

“Come on bro, really get in there.” Summer chided him, unsnapping the front clasp, and baring her large perfect tits to him.

“Oh, okay.” Morty nodded dumbly, taking a breast in each hand and gently kneading them. “Wow.”

“Looks like somebody's getting excited.” Summer moaned in pleasure, stripping her bra off, and casting it aside.

“Oh hehe, yeah, guess you kind of do that, to me.” Morty blushed, noticing his erection.

“Want me to take care of this for you?” Summer asked, kneeling in front of him.

“Gosh Summer, sure.” Morty replied, scratching the back of his head nervously.

Summer unzipped his pants and gently took his large throbbing cock out. “Wow, you're way bigger than I imagined.” She smiled stroking his thick shaft with her delicate hand.

“You imagined my, my penis?” Morty asked surprised.

“Don't tell me you never thought about ramming this down my throat.” Summer teased, licking the tip of his dick.

“Oh, oh god, no, never.” Morty squealed in delight.

“Bet you will from now on.” Summer teased, taking his thick shaft all the way down her throat.

“Oh wow, oh geez.” Morty groaned in euphoria. “How, how can you do that so well?”

“Practice, Morty.” Summer smiled up at him, somehow audible, despite the slab of meat in her mouth. “Lot's of practice.”

Morty shook in delight, as the resonance of her words vibrated across his sensitive skin. “Cumming!” He cried out, filling her mouth with his scalding seed.

Summer groaned in pleasure, swallowing every last drop. “Was it good for you bro?” She smiled up at him.

“It was amazing.” Morty mumbled, his eyes half closed, as his body reeled from the pleasure.

“Want to meet my mistress?” She asked standing up, her large breasts jiggling hypnotically.

“Um, sure.” Morty smiled putting his dick away.

Summer led him up the dais where Mrs. Pancake was sitting on her throne. The man she had been whipping was sitting next to her, his eyes cast downward. “Mistress, this is my brother Morty.”

“Hello Morty.” Mrs. Pancake smiled at him.

“Wow, uh, Hello, Mrs. Pancake.” Morty smiled, checking the gorgeous woman out, in her sexy leather outfit.

“It's mistress! Now kiss my feet boy.” She growled at him.