Chest of Plenty

You prop yourself on your elbows, studying the **** priestess. Particularly the large mounds sitting high on her chest. Surely no one would begrudge you a little grope or maybe more. Anyone?
Hearing no objections you heave yourself out of the water and straddle the priestess’s stomach. Deftly pulling open her robe and look at her chest. No bra, not that you were surprised given the way she acted around Maxwell. You study your prize for a moment before reaching out and roughly squeezing one of the inviting mounds. Tabitha didn’t even twitch as a wicked grin lit up your face. Oh, she was OUT.
Cackling softly, you rock your hips forward resting your perma-boner between her mammary mountains. Taking a firm grip on each tit, you wrap your cock in soft flesh. Moaning, in pleasure you slide her breasts up and down your shaft. You take your time, trying different speeds and techniques, savoring the slow build of your orgasm. All too soon however your fun comes to an end as Tabitha stirs slightly beneath you, the first sign of impending consciousness. You pick up speed quickly driving yourself over the brink.
Hissing in pleasure, you buck involuntarily as your first shot fires out arching over the priestess’s head and splashing into the water. Quickly you shift yourself so your next shots paint the underside of her chin and then her collar. You take a moment to admire your handiwork before making the final decision of what to do with her.