I love when you pick up and out of all the phone chat numbers you could call, you call mine. You get right to it and we play around for a bit. Then taking that hard cock, you quickly position yourself behind my ass. I feel your hot breath on the back of my neck as you line up your massive cock with my tight, sloppy pussy once again. With one powerful thrust, you bury yourself deep inside me from behind – it feels like being split in two by a sledgehammer as your thick girth stretches me to my limits yet again.
You start fucking me hard from behind; each stroke sending shockwaves through every inch of our connected bodies. The sound of skin slapping against flesh is deafening in the silence that follows each brutal thrust into my tight cunty hole. You grab onto my huge tits roughly, squeezing them together so hard they almost hurt – but somehow this only serves to heighten both our senses even more than before.
As we reach peak after peak together – screams muffled by mouthfuls of fat rolls or suffocated beneath layers upon layers of jiggling blubber – there’s no denying that this encounter has been nothing short of epic. Our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat and other fluids as we finally collapse onto the filthy floor, spent but satisfied. You roll off me, panting heavily as you admire your handiwork – my gaping pussy still dripping with your cum while chunks of it drip from between my ass cheeks onto the disgusting carpet beneath us.
“That,” I say breathlessly, “was fucking amazing.” And it was – even for someone like me who’s seen (and done) it all before. As I watch you dress yourself up again (probably hoping to find another pathetic loser willing to take on this mountainous whore), I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness mixed in with my satisfaction… knowing that there will never be another man quite like you – small yet mighty; weak yet irresistible; pathetic yet perfect for someone like me.
Deanna
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