Hell yeah!

“Yeah, baby. I loved watching Sara’s big tits get covered with cum. And I can’t believe how much you licked off of them.” Sara giggles.

“Well, she’s had lots of practice with these tits in her mouth. Usually our lunches end with her snacking on some titty.” Sara registers the look of shock on your face and concurrent look of embarrassment on Jess’s. “Oops. Sorry, John. I guess that was one of those secrets I wasn’t supposed to give away. Oh well. You’ve seen them. You know that no one could resist these babies if they’re naked. Jess likes sucking my tits”

Jess is crimson, and while you’re a bit upset that you didn’t know about this earlier, the eroticism of the activity provides her a mulligan. You smile at Jess, who sends a weak grin in return. Sara laughs. “Well, it’s almost time for dinner, though I have to admit, I didn’t realize you were so fancy as to provide appetizers. I’ll clean up and meet you both in the dining room.” Sara stands, grabbing her shirt and walks towards the bathroom at Jess’s direction.

Jess stands up and tries to retrieve her shirt when you pull her to you. “Did you enjoy that?” you ask softly. Jess turns and pulls her shirt over her, leaving it unbuttoned as she leans in to kiss you. You can’t help but stare as her breasts fall away from her body, her hard nipples pointing towards you as you share a kiss. As you feel her tongue gently play inside your mouth you heft Jess’s firm breast in your hand massaging it gently before your fingers find a puckered nipple. Jess sighs, enjoying the gentle ministrations. She pulls slowly away, pausing every time your fingers pull or rub her hard tips.

“I need to go fix dinner,” she moans softly, half-heartedly pulling away. You finally pull her back to you and bury your face in her neck, pulling apart the lapel of the blouse to more aggressively maul her tits.

“I asked you a question, Jess. Did you enjoy sucking those tits? Licking my cum off of them?” Jess’s nipples swell as you ask the question and you pull away. She looks half-embarrassed, half-excited by the question. She gives you a slow nod, then stands and buttons her blouse. Her nipples stand out proudly from the fabric and you grin.

“Yes. I always like playing with her tits. Now let me fix dinner.” She turns and walks towards the kitchen.