
I got two big tits for both of you to suck on. You both looked so hot in the sun pulled over on the shoulder I couldn’t help myself but stop. Thinking maybe you’d need something to refresh you but it was me that was craving your hot cum. Watching you try to fix that car- you both deserved a break, so I pulled you into the back of your truck and pulled those long hard cocks out. Damn I wasn’t expecting them to be this fucking juicy, licking your shafts all the way down to those plump balls. I can tell by the way you’re both gripping my tits you want to fuck them. So he can bend me over while I stroke your cock between these big tits and suck that tip hard. Fuck you both feel so good. The way your cocks throb and pulse for me-mmmm I want both of you to stretch me out making me moan so fucking loud you can barely hear the cars passing by. I know you’re ready to come, blow your load all over me while he fills my filthy cunt babe.













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.



