Your breasts

Most men would have already been all over such a nice pair of tits bouncing in front of them. Not Sam. An ass man, it seems. But he's had enough of that for now, you figure, and you take one of his hands into your and direct it upwards. Sam catches on quickly enough, and soon both of his hands are on your breasts. Caressing, kneading, squishing them lightly together and rubbing your nipples with this thumbs all the while. An ass man he may be, but he sure as fuck knows his way around a pair of tits, too. And it's just what you needed. You increase your tempo, no longer bothering with constant variation and little tricks, just pure, raw, hard fucking.

Your orgasm is approaching quickly, and you race towards it eagerly. When it hits, you scream loudly enough that passers-by on the the street below might get worried, and your vision fades to near black with the sheer intensity. Your body freezes in bliss, but Sam is not done yet. He keeps thrusting up into you, harder now that he's having to do all the work, and it stretches out your climax almost unbearably. You have no clue how long it went on for, but when you do regain your senses, the first thing you see is Sam's face contorting in his own pleasure. He must be getting close. Maybe you can time it so you cum together...

Shit! No! The GAME! You push Sam's hands away from your breasts and dismount him immediately. You grab his cock, so wet and slick and warm, intending to jerk him off if only you can find the glass you had prepared to catch his cum in. But the moment you begin your first stroke, still looking around for the damn glass, a jet of cum bursts from the shaft between your fingers with such **** that it stuns you for a moment. Fuck, he HAD been close! You continue milking him until he's done, having given up on finding the glass in time. "Shit, babe. That. Was. Awesome." Sam sounds as exhausted as you feel, and you lie back down next to him. The two of you lay there for a moment on the sweat-soaked blankets. Eventually you **** yourself to get up and finally get that stupid glass. Some of the cum had landed on Sam's body, and you manage to scoop up a bit of it, but most had come down on the fabric which it was now absorbed into.

In the end, only a few drops of cum end up in the glass. "Fuck," you shout in annoyance, "fucking fuck! This is not going to work! There's barely enough here for one attempt!" Sam comes up behind you and turns you around to face him, then he kisses you with surprising tenderness. "Why don't you stay, then? I'm spent for tonight, but we can try again in the morning." Not a bad idea, perhaps. Now that your immediate hunger has been sated, surely you could control yourself well enough after a good night's sleep to get the job done properly. Then again, it does mean taking that big risk again, because there is no way Sam is going to settle for any less than what you just did.