TFW you know your friend would bust right through the buttons on your shirt.
The one in the Italian-restaurant tablecloth shirt was so helplessly disappointed from immediately knowing she had absolutely no shot of getting her salivating pussy anywhere near the 5lb python protruding down my pants for at least a week, that it was actually kinda cute. I even briefly thought about that sweet little defeated face while pumping vats of dick liquid into her incredibly hot cousin's ridiculously deep 32VV cleavage and cum-hungry cockcave.













