Pull out so I can pull you back in, glide against my big breasts as I grip your back and scratch your skin. I never thought I could get cock this good again- Promise not to stop even when you think you can. I love wearing my short skirt on hot days like this, otherwise you wouldn’t have ended up in my bed. Taking myself out to eat with a simple look across the room I saw you peek. I spread my legs- little did you know I didn’t have my white lace panties on so you saw exactly what you desired maybe even more hehehe. My big tits are what got your attention ordering my cappuccino. As I slipped out I left you my number not knowing your girlfriend was grabbing your drinks- I could care less as long as it was our secret I was fine. Late that night you called me for what you didn’t expect to end in some cream pie phone sex hehe. Babe your voice was even sexier on the phone than when you said goodbye that evening. I picked out just the right lingerie for our first time, hot wet pussy, big perky tits, awaiting your arrival for the day-discreet as can be.
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I was on top for some furious Fetish Phone Sex, riding him into my luxurious couch – a gift from a previous boy treating me to his hard-earned bank account – with my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips, my tits bouncing into his face and a hunger in my eyes. He held my tight slim body against him, sliding right up my slippery cunt again and again with a sense of desire I simply couldn’t help but take pride in during the greatest heat of sex. I was in an animalistic state, following his directions, grinding myself onto his massive cock, and stretching myself out while struggling to breathe. Later I knew he’d call my efforts cute and bouncy, but right that moment all I wanted him to call them was fucking primal. Unlike his wife, girlfriend, and bitchy exes I wanted to give him exactly what he needed and nothing less, just Hardcore Phone Sex. I was begging for him to let me show him the best time of his life and I was so greedily horny when he agreed. Soaking is one word to call folds so wet they made squishy sounds when I moved. If he had second thoughts at that point I’d have told him it was too late. He couldn’t lift my fat ass hard enough to stop me from fucking at that point, there was no return and he knew it as well as I did. All I wanted from him was to keep stuffing my cunt so full of cock I’d be able to taste his cum when he shot off. He lifted his hands from my hips to grab and squeeze my tits, comparing them to his wife’s no doubt, and by the glint of joy in his eyes, finding them an amazing replacement. They’re grand, overwhelmingly shapely, and sizable to match. They’re unfair, and I’m a whore, not a slouch. My tits are elastic, bouncy, and worth fucking until they’re red, sore, and covered in a potent stream of cum. If after this I wasn’t in store for Big tit fucking, I was gonna be sorely disappointed.
