A Private Self-Defense Lesson Ch. 02

Ann wasn't as smooth, but it felt just as great, and with Ann's lack of experience, her boobs bounced exactly to the beat. And how was I to slow down? I asked myself.

Maybe a minute, maybe two, and I felt myself going over the edge, oh, I tried, right down to my fingernails, to hold back, but what are you to do with one hand on your dick, two gently kneading your balls and one gaze to share over two girls' chests that were gently bouncing away at the same rhythm?

Ann giggled, and said, more to her mom than to me, "He has a stressed look on his face..."

Well, that didn't take long, and that stress was all gone.