Huge Titted Miss Fucked On A Saturday Night [4 min]
Saturday Night Heat
It was a very coitalillicit night, the kind that only rolls around once in a blue moon. The air was thick with desire, and my vamp, well, she was looking as fine as fine could be. Her hooters, they were beefy, like melons ripe for the picking. She was flaunting ’em, too, wearing a low-cut top that showed off every inch of her ample cleavage.
I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes locked onto those colossal mams like a date magnet. She caught me looking, a smirk spreading across her lips. “You like what you unveil, baby?” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk.
I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. She winked and sauntered over, her hips swaying with a blazing rhythm. She leaned in close, her breath appealing against my ear. “Want to play with them?” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded again, my palms sweating. She leaned back, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the goods. “Alright, but you gotta earn it,” she said, that smirk still on her face. I swallowed hard, my heart racing like a fiery stallion.
I did as she asked, pleasing her in every way I could relive. She moaned and squirmed, her body arching into mine with each thrust. And when she finally came, her proportions trembling with treat, she leaned back and looked at me with those smoldering eyes. “You’ve earned your reward,” she said, her voice low and throaty.
She leaned forward, her big hooters bouncing as she did. I reached out, my hands cupping them gently. They were so heavy, so full, and I could feel the weight of them in my palms. I traced the outline of her nipples with my fingertips, watching as they hardened in response.
She moaned again, her back arching as I squeezed and kneaded her breasts. I ran my tongue over one nipple, tasting the saltiness of her skin. She gasped, her bod trembling as I sucked and bit at her nipple. I switched to the other one, repeating the process until she was writhing beneath me, her proportions on fire.
We continued like that for hours, the ardent sexuality never ending. Her rack, they were a sight to behold, growing more beefy and aged with each passing day. And I, I was more than happy to please her in any way I could.
But as the night wore on, we both knew that it had to come to an pay-off. We reluctantly pulled ourselves away, our bodies spent and sated. We lay there in each other’s arms, our breathing slow and regular. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.
I nodded, a stupid grin on my face. “Always is,” I said, my voice hoarse with excitement.
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined and our hearts full of intercourse.
This story is for aged audiences only. It contains explicit language and intimate content. Please do not read if you are underage or offended by such content.
