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Chapter 8 by triumphales triumphales

Tap...tap...tap...

Well, finish the job.

Miss Lovett returns and descends to her knees. Suddenly, you see her pick up a bottle she evidently brought back with her. She opens it and rubs some of the contents on her hands, and then starts rubbing her ample chest with her hands. Finally, your higher brain functions kick in as you realize she's oiling up her large chest so that you can play with her girls.

Your hands practically fly from your sides to her ample chest. Squeezing her big, beautiful, soft tits is like a slice of heaven. Miss Lovett starts moaning softly as you flick your fingers and palms wildly back and forth over her stiff nipples. You hands and arms, as well as Miss Lovett's neck, chest and stomach, start to become covered with baby oil as she applies more from the bottle.

Your balls feel heavy and start to ache for release. And Miss Lovett has provided the perfect target. You stand up, and help lift Miss Lovett to a standing position. You are no longer thinking rationally - all you know is that you need to cover this woman with something sticky and warm, now. As you hold her hand and lead her from the kitchen, you see a bedroom through an open door. Perfect.

You lay Miss Lovett on her back and attack her breasts with your mouth, not caring about the taste of baby oil. Miss Lovett starts squeezing her tits from the side, moaning and squiring the whole time. After molesting her nipples for 5 straight minutes, Miss Lovett pulls you up for air - her eyes are half-closed and her breathing, erratic.

"Come up here, James," she coos. You need no further encouragement. At last, you place your fat cock between Miss Lovett's oily tits. You were already incredibly horny before you lodged yourself between her hot mounds - this is not going to last very long. Suddenly, Miss Lovett hugs her tits together with her arms, her tit-flesh squeezing your cock beyond all attempts at restraint.

You come so hard you feel your stomach contract with each blast. Cum rockets from your rod, covering Miss Lovett's face, neck, hair and chest. You spew so much cum, it almost looks like she came from a gangbang. You have just enough wits left to roll over to the side as you collapse, your cock twitching as it deflates. Miss Lovett sits up, covered in cum, but smiling as you drift off to sleep. This will certainly be a memory you remember for a long time.

Mission Ac-cum-plished.

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