you’ve been watching her for months. the way that tight little work blouse strains across those heavy tits, the soft roll of her stomach when she laughs at something you said, the tattoos peeking out from under her sleeves every time she reaches for something. she’s been flirting back just as hard; lingering looks across the conference table, “accidentally” brushing against you in the hallway, texting you late at night about nothing and everything. the tension has been thick enough to choke on.
now you’re both on the same work trip. same hotel. same floor. a couple drinks at the bar downstairs turns into more than a couple. she’s in that black dress that barely contains her, cleavage spilling, thick thighs crossed, laughing with her head tipped back while she keeps looking at your mouth. when she leans in and says she doesn’t want to go back to her room alone, you don’t even pretend to hesitate.
in the elevator she’s already pressed against you, those big soft tits crushed to your chest, her breath hot on your neck. the second the door to your room closes you’re on her. you shove the dress down and those heavy tits spill free, soft and heavy in your hands, tattoos shifting on her arms as she arches into you. you push her back onto the bed and get between those thick thighs, spreading her open and eating that needy cunt until she’s gripping the sheets and moaning your name like she’s been waiting for this just as long as you have.
she drops to her knees without being told. wraps those big tits around your cock and looks up at you with those pretty eyes while she works you between them, spit dripping down her cleavage, tongue out to lick the head every time it pushes through. you grab a handful of her dark hair and fuck her mouth next, watching her lips stretch, her throat work, those heavy tits bouncing with every thrust. she’s so fucking soft and thick and perfect; every jiggle, every gasp, every way her body gives under your hands.
you bend her over the edge of the bed and sink into that wet pussy from behind, one hand on her hip, the other fisted in her hair. her ass is full and soft against your hips, her tits swinging, tattoos flexing on her arms as she pushes back to take you deeper. she feels so good; so warm and plush and greedy, taking every inch like she was made for it. you flip her onto her back and fuck her hard, those big tits bouncing, her mouth open, eyes glazed, thighs shaking around you while you tell her exactly what you’ve been wanting to do to this body since the first time she walked past your desk.
you keep her like that until she’s a dripping, shaking mess, until she’s begging, until neither of you can pretend this was just a one-time thing. you’re not done with her. not even close
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