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I roll a stool down the counter and take a seat. Parting her outer lips, the gelatinous jizz spiderwebs over her hole, and I dive in. The sweet mint mixed with Jenny’s earthy flavor coats my tongue, and I moan in satisfaction. I now fully understand the appeal of her product. There are so many fantasies a person can live out without risking their health or introducing someone else into a monogamous relationship.
Taking my time, I lazily lick up and down her pussy, stopping at the top to flick her love button. Jenny squirms, making adorable sounds of frustration. How the hell did I get this lucky? One impulsive decision to stop at a bookstore on my way to work changed my life, and now my face is buried between the sexiest bare of chubby thighs as I make a meal of her cunt.
Like a kitten lapping up its milk, I clean Jenny’s pussy of all the minty jizz before latching onto her clit and pushing a finger inside her. Her love glove grips me tight, and I nearly lose my mind thinking about how she’ll squeeze the life out of me when it’s my rod inside her.
“It’ll take some work to stretch you out enough for me to fit inside your cookie.”
“I can take it. Please.”
“Best we start with a finger. Or two.” I pump in and out of her channel while nipping and sucking on her clit. One finger becomes two as I thrust inside her hot, wet depths. She writhes, her desperate moans muffled by her thighs clamping my head.
I’m a successful man; I have an MBA and own a thriving business, yet I’m more proud of the pleasure I’m making this woman feel than any other accomplishments. My musings are cut short when I’m jerked forward as she locks her ankles around my neck, trapping me in a delicious death grip. It’s a little hard to breathe, but the lack of air only fuels my determination to munch her meat until she gives me that orgasm. Besides, it’d be my honor to die with my face buried in Jenny’s cunt. I can only hope the details of my demise will be etched on my grave for all eternity.
“Just like that. Right there. Yes!” she screams so loud I’m certain the neighboring businesses hear her. Even through the thigh-muffs, her cries of pleasure are unmistakable.
Her internal grip on my fingers tightens, making it difficult to move in and out. Instead, I stroke her G-spot as she gets off. It’s the most beautiful moment of my life so far, and I commit every detail to memory: her scent, her taste, her sounds. I don’t want to forget anything about this first with my Baby Cakes.
I chuckle at how quickly her body goes from rigid to lax. In the blink of an eye, her legs turn to noodles as they fall off my shoulders, her velvet sleeve all but pushes my fingers out, and when I gaze up her body, she staring unblinkingly at the ceiling.
After giving her clitoris a goodbye kiss, I stand, and though it pains me, I pull down her dress. My face is coated in her essence, so while she comes back to reality, I grab a paper towel from the roll above the sink. I consider washing my face but quickly dismiss the idea; I want to savor the scent of her all night long.
“I’m a puddle of goo,” Jenny moans.
I lean over her to nuzzle her neck and whisper, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“I’d apologize for nearly suffocating you, but I can’t regret one second of that.”
“Don’t you dare regret anything. That was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.” I palm her breast, loving that she has way more than a handful.
She reaches between us and unbuttons my pants. “My turn.”
“You don’t need to do that. Pleasuring you was as much for me as it was for you.”
“Remember how I told you I have a cum kink?”
“How could I forget?”
“The whole time you were going down on me, all I could think about was how my tits would look painted in your seed.”
“Fuck.”
I straighten as she sits up and hops off the counter. With her eyes locked on mine, she pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders and frees her arms before lowering the top down to her waist, revealing her big, beautiful breasts covered in pink lace. I’m riveted as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the ground.
My cock throbs as I finally get a look at her all-natural breasts. I’ve been with women who’ve had augmentation, and while I can appreciate a rack that sits high, I prefer the way Jenny’s tits hang, creating a teardrop shape. Her fat nipples are a gorgeous rosy color, and when I reach out to tease them, they draw up into tight points that make my mouth water.
“I’m sorry the bra is deceiving. I know they’re saggy.”
The look of insecurity on her face guts me. “Why would you ever think they’re anything but perfection?”
“Because I’ve been told I should get a breast lift.”
My sadness turns to rage. “By who?”
“My ex. Daniel. He even tried to pay for me to get it done, but I can’t even get a shot without passing out. I hate to think what going under the knife would be like.”
“He’s a fucking idiot because I’ve never seen a pair more beautiful than these.” I hold them in my hands, loving their weight. “I’d kick his ass if I wasn’t so grateful that he was stupid enough to let you go so I could swoop in and take his place.”
“Really?” Her eyes sparkle with hope.
