Stay put, take this rod. Don’t move, don’t you dare. Got it?
588Stay put, take this rod. Don’t move, don’t you dare. Got it? [5:32]
Big Assets and a Demanding Lover: A Encounter Scene for Mature Audiences
She had a ample booty that just wouldn’t quit. It bounced and jiggled with every step she took, and it drove him passionate with desire. He couldn’t get enough of it, and he was determined to have it – all of it – right then and there.
“Stay right there and take this fucking dick,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t you move. Don’t you fucking do it. Do you hear me?”
She gasped as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him. His hard cock pressed against her butt, and she could feel the heat of him through her thin panties. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as he ground himself against her, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“I said don’t move,” he reminded her, his voice stern. “I’m in charge here. You’re going to take every inch of me, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
She nodded, her heart pounding in her melons. She was his to do with as he pleased, and she loved every second of it. She felt so dirty, so slutty, and she couldn’t get enough.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice softer now. He slid her panties down her legs, taking a moment to admire her perfect, round fanny. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, running his hands over her curves.
She felt his tip probing at her entrance, and she braced herself for the invasion. He was thicc, and she knew it would hurt – but she also knew it would feel so fucking good.
“Here it comes,” he warned, and then he was inside her, filling her up and stretching her wide. She cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as he began to thrust, hard and deep.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his hips slapping against her fanny with every stroke. “You’re taking it so well, you dirty little slut. You love this cock, don’t you?”
She could only moan in response, her body trembling with adventure. She was his, completely and utterly, and she would do anything he asked of her.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me you love this cock.”
“I love it,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “I love your cock, please, harder, harder!”
He gave her what she wanted, driving into her with reckless abandon. She could feel herself on the brink, her orgasm building deep within her. And then, with one final thrust, she came hard, her body shaking with pleasure as he filled her up with his seed.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, collapsing onto her sweaty back. “You’re mine, you hear me? Mine.”
And she knew it was true. She was his, completely and utterly, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
