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He groaned then, throwing back his head, the cords at the base of his neck standing out taut and strong.
Thick, sticky jets of semen leaped out then, soaking her chest, the inner curves of her breasts, several hot drops even splattering her under her chin.
“Oh, my fucking… God!” she said with a gasp.
She’d never had a man do this to her either, and while on one hand it was degrading, there was a subversive pleasure, almost pride in it. That he used her body in this way.
What the fuck’s gotten into you?
Max shook his cock over her, squeezing the last few drops of his thick seed onto her breasts.
For an instant, she gazed up at him, unsure what to say, knowing somehow that she needed to stay in position, that he wanted to look upon the mess he’d made of her.
He smiled, tousling her hair. “I like how that looks. Your tits were made for this.”
She swallowed, her blush blazing even hotter. The sticky semen was already beginning to cool, slowly gliding down into her cleavage.
“Max… can I…?”
“Stay there.” He pointed down at her. “Don’t move.”
Absurdly, she nodded in silence, dropping her gaze, the way he’d spoken to her—as if she were a fractious pet—setting a deep coiling going in her belly, her clit hard and throbbing, lonely, angry. She wanted to touch it so very badly, but she’d need to let go of her breasts to do so—even if she did think Max would allow it.
And she was virtually certain he wouldn’t like it.
Since when are you so concerned with his approval? Are you a woman, or a dog?
Max left her kneeling in the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway, his heavy cock swinging languidly, still hanging out of his open fly.
Of all the things she imagined that evening might have resulted in, kneeling on her dad’s best friend’s kitchen floor with his cum drying on her naked, proffered tits she still held in her own hands, was not anywhere on that list.
She almost pouted at the fact his seed was dripping down her cleavage, when it should have been in her mouth, in her stomach. She’d have swallowed him, gladly, greedily. But for reasons that escaped her completely, he’d marked her in this especially humbling way, reduced to simply a target for his cum.
Why did she find even that a secret, twisted thrill?
“Here you go, sweet girl,” Max said, returning with a light blue washcloth in hand. He stood over her, eyes narrowing as if evaluating what he needed to do first. “You can let those tits drop, I think.”
She obeyed, unsure where to put her hands. A fat dollop of his semen, now quite cool, was sliding down toward her navel.
“Ah, so pretty,” he rumbled, then crouched down before her. His voice lowered an octave. “Hands behind your back again for me.”
Instantly, she obeyed, though her blush flared anew, her cum-soaked breasts jutting toward him.
He grasped each one in turn, squeezing it in his big hand as the warm, wet cloth wiped away his essence. He kneaded one breast, while he washed off the other, handling her flesh brusquely, as if they were his possessions, his hard fingers hurting her a little.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” He stood up, folding the wet cloth, then dropping it on the island’s countertop behind her with a splat.
“Thank you, Max.”
His fingers took hold of one of her erect, aching nipples, squeezing it hard, making her wince. He pulled steadily upward, her breast stretching, the pain flaring in her flesh.
She finally understood what he intended, scrambling to her feet, drawn up to her tiptoes by his cruel grip upon her tortured nipple.
“That’s good.” His avid gaze was locked on her breasts. “Now, stand still, and be quiet.”
“Y-yes… Ma—sir.”
He grinned at her, taking her other nipple between vise-like fingers. For what seemed an eternity, she stood before him in blushing, excited, mortified silence as his hard fingers crushed her nipples, pulling and twisting them cruelly, drawing gasps and groans from her.
