<i> "I have to ask. How big are those tits of yours?"</i><br/><br/>Miriam tried to answer his question, but with the way his large shaft filled her throat, all that came out was her throat vibrating around his thick meat. She bobbed up one more time before he ripped off his shirt, showing off his muscular physique. She would blush if she could - hell, she would've done that when she first stepped in here if it were possible in her state, but her cheeks remained as pale as ever. Her eyes, however, widened at the sight, and at his lustful request. The thought of that huge cock going into her tight, virgin ass... she began to wonder if it -could- fit. But as with her gag reflex, there was only one way to find out...<br/><br/>She pulled her soft purple lips away from his shaft with a wet 'pop', and out of instinct, she drew in a deep breath. This made her chest puff out against her white shirt, which almost blended with her skin - but the creases made it obvious her breasts were straining against it. "Too tight.." She murmured, quickly tugging off the remaining buttons of her shirt to let it drop aside. This gave Yalamir a quick glance, and his answer - she was a C-cup, though she quickly turned her back toward him, grabbing her tight shorts and tugging it off her hips.<br/><br/>She sighed in relief as it finally came off her long, milky thighs, giving the man a clear view of her round, full backside, but in her haste, she forgot to conceal herself in the front - a 5 inch cock hung out, erect, clearly aroused from all this. She blinked, and then grasped hastily at it, trying desperately to push it down, cover it, hide it from everyone's view. "Sorry! I- this isn't what it- what it looks like! I...I'm so, so sorry!" She stumbled backward, bumping into Yalamir.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>