the heart of the matter

It was Gunnar's turn to be awestuck as he realized just how much Lara's breasts had grown in his few seconds of unconsciousness. They were now simply incredible, a size which only the most devoted of big tit models might achieve after a dozen augmentations or so, two soft bulging masses simple dominating her upper body. In fact, he had an off feeling that a sort of automatic pilot system had taken over, as Lara seemed not to hear him and fell deeper into her cockspell.

"Fuck, it's pulsating with power!" she sighed rapturously as both her hands grabbed and stroked it, guiding it directly into her awaiting expanse of cleavage. "It's so strong, like a second heart!"

"I can see the article now: Mr. Hart's Second Heart," he murmured.

And yet she still didn't seem to hear him. "It's a medical marvel," she gushed, "and it's so full of tension! Mmmmm -- I must ... RELIEVE IT!"

As she slurped and inhaled away at him, Gunnar had to admit that this was indeed the life.

"If this is an illness," he murmured, no longer caring that she simply wasn't hearing him, "then I don't care if I ever get cured ... !"