Uh....Compromise?

Garrett was by all means a Tit-man. But this was pushing it a tad too far. Having the tits want him to fondle them was something he still couldn’t wrap his head around. Let alone his cock stating it’s own independence and getting mad at him. It sounded like his dick was.....jealous? But jealous of what?

All of this was besides the point. If Jade from next door had slipped something in the lunch she’d served him then it was one hell of a ****.

“Helloooooooo...?”

“Babe, you didn’t answer our question.”

Garrett was immediately brought back from his deep thoughts when two voices found his ears. His eyes shot to Jasmine’s sleeping form, more specifically her talking boobs which were bouncing lightly as if they were trying to get his attention.

“W~what?”

Jasmine’s right boob scoffed “I said, do you want me and my sister to give you dessert?”

Her left boob licked it’s lips “As in do you wanna go for round two, Hot Stuff?”

“Oh fuck no...”

The sudden voice came from his cock, who was now at full mast and straining toward Jasmines tits.

“Garrett is mine. So you two skanks can fuck off.”

Jasmines boobs laughed, before the left one snarled “Oh let off it, honey. Garrett is ours and he’s gonna make you tit-fuck us.”

“Weren’t you mad at him just a minute ago? Telling him that you didn’t need him?” The right breast countered.

“Yeah! Don’t worry Garrett we won’t treat you the way she does!” Both breasts said in unison.

It was at this moment that Jasmine began to stir.

“Wow.....my head is still spinning...”

She rubbed her eyes, blinking away the bluryness. Her eyes fell on Garrett, then to his cock which strained toward her chest with a scowl on the tip, then to her breasts which were both laughing.

“Oh boy....”

Jasmine looked into Garrett’s eyes, hers were filled with worry “What did they say?”