Terri's not letting Corinne steal her monster dick!

"Hey!" Terri cried out. She looked at her phone, then to John being dragged across the floor. "Um... Sorry, Lynn, I have to call you back, it's a huge emergency!"

"Come on, come on, come on!" Corinne urged John. "Faster!"

John needed no encouragement. He'd gone from letting Corinne drag him, hand pressed to her tits, to surrepetitiously feeling her up, to full-on groping her underboob with both hands. They bumped into a few con-goers as they pushed their way through the crowd, and every time there was a bump, John got another chance to squeeze Corinne's marvelous marshmallows.

God bless costume designers, John thought. He threw caution to the wind and slid his hands up the girl's bouncing breasts, his fingers trying to find their way under her unsteady top.

"Whoa!" Corinne laughed. "Easy! We can have fun when we get away from the psycho chasing us!"

"What?" John said, picking at Corinne's top with his fingers. There was some kind of tape keeping it in place. His mission was clear: he had to get around it. His fingers picked and prodded at the thin fabric covering her breasts. "I can't hear you!"

"There you are! Let go of him, you hussy!"

Terri knocked into Corinne at the same time John's fingers managed to sneak around the edge of Corinne's double-sided tape. With a great shrip of fabric peeling away, Corinne's spectacular tits flopped out of her top.

For two seconds, John held heaven in his hands. He groped those great tits with the excitement of a bandit in a bank vault. He squeezed those tits and swept his thumbs back and forth over Corinne's big pink nipples like windshield wipers.

"O-oh!" Corinne squealed. Her grip on John's hand weakened, and with a soft coo, she released her hold on him. "Oh, yeah..."

"You're free!" Terri shouted. She grabbed John's hand and tugged him away. "Come on!"

Goodbye, boobs, John sighed. He followed Terri away from Corinne, who was staring at her bare breasts hanging out of her top, as if she were trying to remember how she'd gotten herself done up in the first place.Terri dragged John away from the crowds and sighed once the coast was clear. They plowed into an closet-sized storage unit behind a merch stand, filled with plushies and cheap t-shirts.

"God, she's such a bloody tease," Terri said, hands on her knees and breathing hard. "It's like it's her mission in life to give every man a..."

Then she paused and realized where she was looking.

"Ah, shit!" John turned around and tried to rearrange himself. "Sorry."

"No! No, it's fine!" Terri said, her face flushing crimson. "I'm sure it, ah, happens to everyone."

John, too, flushed with embarrassment, but the harder he tried to get the memory of his hands on Corinne's tits out of his head, the more vivid it got. Terri waited for a minute, but soon she started shuffling her feet.

"Is it, ah, better?"

"No," John growled. "Sorry. I can't really go out on the floor like this, can I?"

"No," Terri said, her blush deepening. "No, you can't..."