Piper

“You,” you say, and the word comes out sounding a little defiant.

Piper doesn’t seem surprised. “Want to take over here, Chica?” she asks as she steps back and lifts her shirt over her head, revealing her smooth, tanned torso. An unremarkable pink sports bra still shows magnificent cleavage.

Chica reaches hesitantly for your cock, but your hand gets there first. You pull vengefully. Chica steps back, licking her lips.

Piper points at her chest. “Don’t miss.” She gets on her knees and lifts her boobs, pushing them together. Under different circumstances, you might complain about her keeping the bra on. Here and now, you really don’t care where this load goes.

“Oh man,” Chica says.

All Piper does is exhale when your cum splashes against her breasts. You grunt and keep pulling, and it’s like there’s a huge tension is escaping your body, but not through your dick. It’s like it evaporates upward, being lifted from you.

You hit the desk, then slide to the floor, disheveled with your cock out. No one seems to mind. Chica and Piper stare at the mess that you made of Piper’s chest. Your load filled up the valley between her breasts and dripped over their curvature. The bra is stained, and more drops found their way down and now roll slowly down her belly.

“Jeez, Flynn,” Piper says, and there’s no smugness in it.

Chica wrinkles her nose at the smell, but she’s very red.