She looked at me, head tilted slightly, voice low and lewd.
"Were you imagining me?"
I froze mid-stroke, caught red-handed.
She walked a little closer.
"Hey… don't stop," she said, almost teasing. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have left my panties in there."
"Yeah…" I said, breath heavy. "I got hard just thinking about you and… I needed to relieve myself."
She bit her lip, then slowly pulled down one strap of her tight dress, letting it slide off her shoulder.
"It must be hurting, right? Your dick?" she said, her voice sultry as fuck. "Let me take care of it. It's my fault you're this hard, after all."
She stepped toward me — that tight, voluptuous body of hers straining against the white maxi dress. Her thick cleavage jiggled with every step, and that fat ass of hers… God. It bounced with the kind of sway that made you want to grab it with both hands and never let go.
I turned off the shower.
She came right up to me — slow, smooth, eyes locked on mine — then bent down, picked her panty off my cock, and casually tossed it aside.
"You don't need that," she whispered.
Then she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail — sexy as hell — and dropped to her knees in front of me.
She was face to face with my dick now, her breath warm on the tip. Her lips curled into that filthy smile as she stared at it, then back at me, without breaking eye contact.
She grabbed it gently with one hand and started stroking. Slow. Warm. Teasing.
That look on her face… pure fucking lust.
"You got this hard just thinking of me, huh?" she asked.
"Yes… I did," I said, voice low, nearly growling.
Her soft hand kept working my shaft, smooth and slow, making me throb with every stroke.
"You're so hard," she whispered, her voice dripping with heat. "Like you wanna cum buckets."
"You like that?" she asked, sluttily, still stroking me with that soft touch.
"Fuck yes, Tiffany… don't stop… ahhh…"
My cock was right in front of her lips now, throbbing, pulsing. Then — without saying a word — she stuck out her tongue and gently licked my tip.
"Ahhh…" I let out a breath. Her tongue was warm, soft, slick — fuck, it felt good.
She licked all around the tip, slow and thorough, teasing every sensitive spot she could find. Then she opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around it, sucking gently — but with purpose.
Slurp. Slurp.
Her mouth worked my tip like she was starving, and still — still — her eyes were locked on mine the whole damn time.
Then she moved down my shaft, licking every inch like she was savoring it. When her lips finally wrapped around my full length, she pushed it deeper, sliding it in and out, sucking it like it was the last meal she'd ever have.
At one point, she shoved the whole thing down her throat and held it there — no breathing, no flinching — just her eyes staring up at me like a cock-hungry goddess.
"Fuuuuck," I moaned.
She pulled back — my cock dripping with her saliva — then leaned in and spat directly on it, letting the thick string of spit run down my shaft. She smeared it with her hand, stroking me again, lubing it up good. Then she went right back in — mouth only this time — hands on my thighs for support, bobbing her head with perfect rhythm.
She was a pro.
I couldn't help it — I put my hands on her head, fingers tangled in her blonde ponytail, and helped guide her as she sucked every damn inch of my cock like she owned it.
Man… her mouth felt like some deluxe Hoover vacuum — warm, tight, relentless. I was drowning in pleasure, every inch of my cock pulsing with the need to fuck her throat raw.
She sucked like a goddess. My cock started twitching hard — she knew I was close.
It wasn't my fault. She was that good.
Then she pulled my cock out of her mouth, still stroking it, her lips glossy with spit.
"Yeah… cum all over my face… ahhh," she moaned, her voice dripping with filth.
"Fuck, Tiffany… I'm gonna cum. Don't stop," I groaned.
She started stroking faster — perfect rhythm, perfect grip — like she knew exactly how to make me blow.
"Ahhhh…" I growled as I exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot across her face, one after the other. Her lips. Her cheek. Her chin.
And then — before I was even done — she opened wide and sucked me back into her mouth.
My cock kept throbbing, shooting more cum right into her throat. Warm, pulsing, messy.
She swallowed like a pro, taking every drop.
Her face was a fucking mess — my cum dripping down her cheeks — and she looked up at me like the sluttiest angel I'd ever seen. And that view? Made me cum again.
"Ahhh—fuuuck…"
She didn't stop. She kept my cock in her mouth, sucking every last bit. Then pulled it out, gave it a few more strokes, and opened her mouth to show me.
Her tongue was covered in my cum. She played with it, swirling it around slowly, teasing me even more.
Then she brought her fingers up to her face, wiped up the leftover cum, and sucked it off one by one — like she was tasting icing. Every drop. Gone.
And she drank it all. Every single drop.
She stared into my eyes the whole time, licking her lips, like she wanted even more.
Then I took my cock from her hand and slapped it on her face — hard. Smacked her cheeks, her lips, again and again — claiming her like she was mine.
"Ahhh… I like that…" she moaned, sticking out her tongue like she wanted to be punished more.
I kept slapping it on her mouth, trying to get my cock hard again. And fuck… it was working.
She leaned in and gave my half-hard shaft slow, soft licks, cleaning up every bit of leftover cum with her tongue. She was thorough.
I was in heaven.
Once she was done, I helped her up and pulled her close. We stepped under the shower together — water pouring over us.
Her white maxi dress clung to her body like a second skin, now soaked completely. I could see everything — her curves, her nipples, her waist. That figure was made for sin.
That was the kind of body that needed to be fucked day and night… and still wouldn't be enough.
My cock got hard all over again just looking at her.
She noticed.
I grabbed both her wrists and held them above her head, locking them in place with one hand. Then I leaned in and kissed her under the running water.
This time, it was my turn to take control.
After kissing her deep, wet, and slow, and once my cock was hard again, I turned her around and pulled her tight against me.
Her wet dress clung to her body like glue — and that ass? It looked even bigger soaked. My eyes were locked on it.
I pressed myself against her from behind, rubbing my cock up and down the side of her thick ass. Not between her cheeks — just along one side. The way her skin felt under the wet fabric made me even harder.
I could see her grey panties through the sheer fabric now.
Those curves were criminal.
I wanted to bury my face between her cheeks and lose myself. Just fuckin' devour her.
I kept rubbing my cock on her soaked ass, sliding it up and down, letting her feel all of it. She moaned softly, grinding back against me, twitching every time my shaft brushed over her crack. Her head tilted just enough to glance back at me — eyes lusty, needy.
That look on her face?
Fuck. I couldn't hold back anymore.
I spun her back around to face me, lifted her dress from the bottom, and started peeling it off her soaked body. Inch by inch, up over those hips, those tits, her shoulders — until she was standing there in nothing but those see-through wet panties.
Goddamn.
Her huge tits were finally free — nipples already hard, skin glistening, wet hair sticking to her shoulders.
I looked her in the eye.
"Take off your panties," I said, voice low.
She didn't say a word — just slid them down slowly and tossed them aside.
Now she was completely naked in front of me. Soaked. Dripping. Voluptuous.
And fuck… all mine.
I pulled her close — tightly — our wet bodies pressing together, chest to chest, cock pressed right against her lower stomach. Her tits mashed up against my chest, her thighs soft and thick against mine.
Damn… I wanted to just bend her over, and fuck that fat, wet ass until she screamed my name. The way her slick body pressed against mine, dripping and hot — it drove me fucking crazy.
I could feel every inch of her.
And I wanted to feel even more.