Perky And Perfect

Cindy’s sliding into a tight black dress when Laura and Jess stride out of the bathroom, tits jiggling, mocking gravity. Laura grabs her own heavy tits and jiggles them. “Feel these things? They bounce everywhere.” Jess smirks. “Last guy tried tit-fucking me, got lost in ‘em.” Cindy stares at her flat chest in the mirror and shrugs her dress off her shoulders. “Mine don’t do shit,” she mutters. The girls pile on compliments, but Cindy’s face stays tight. Laura finally says fuck it and peels Cindy’s bra down. “Want us to prove small tits are fun? Clothes off. Now.” They tumble onto the bed, mouths zeroing on her pink nipples—sucking, nibbling, teasing. Cindy gasps as Jess tongues one and Laura fingers her clit in the same rhythm. She comes hard, legs shaking. Grinning, she flips the script, climbs between their chests, and buries her face in warm, soft flesh—licking, motor-boating, sucking those fat nipples until both bigger girls writhe and moan. By the time they finish, Cindy’s smirking like she owns the night.