When slim brunette Betty and buxom blonde Irina crushed me between their equally endowed chests, I felt extremely miserable. Carried by sheer enthusiasm after our unexpected victory in the Grand Finale, they pressed their two pairs of tits against my rib cage so hard my feet lifted off the ground. Betty’s were still plastered in Armando’s manhood, and Irina’s were so drenched in sweat that her light silk top turned see-th...