Free Jeyne's tits

"It would be my pleasure, but first, I have to see your breasts. I've admired them for years, ever since they started growing."

You pull yourself up a little, as she acquiesces quickly. Her hands roam to the threads of string that keeps her dress together and she undoes them. You stare in longing at her chest as her tits slowly reveal themselves, whilst she stares at your face in adoration. As her dress loosens, its constraining effect on her tits weakens and they spring slowly upwards into their natural form. Gorgeous, meaty, breasts. She unlaces her brassiere and frees them.

Perfect globes of meat with a nub of nipple topping them. Small veins run around the areolas and she rubs them, pushing them together for you and manhandling them herself for your entertainment.

"You like, m'Lord?" she asks coyly.

Your cock stiffens painfully against your breeches. She lowers her gaze.

"No need to answer. I can see that you do."