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“Hey you,” I whisper as soon as I hear your knock, my heart skipping a beat. I open the door, holding the plate of food you brought, and I grin, letting my eyes rake over you. “You know how much I love it when a guy like you notices me… I’m such a greedy girl, a total BBW sucks cock addict when you look at me like that,” I whisper, leaning close, letting my fingers brush your arm.

You smirk, and I can feel that intense heat immediately. “Mm… you didn’t have to bring me anything,” I tease, voice soft and dirty, “but I love when you do baby.” I step aside, letting you in, and the tension sparks instantly. I sink onto the couch, letting my thigh brush yours on purpose, feeling your boner against my leg growing quickly, hips swaying just enough to make you squirm.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day with my thighs and legs spread widely,” I say, filthy and flirty. “Sitting there in my apartment, imagining this moment, playing with my pussy, thinking of your huge BBC down my wet throat… imagining you leaning over me, watching every move I make.” I laugh softly, messy and greedy, because I know exactly what effect I have on you.

I pick up a fry from the plate, nibbling it slowly, deliberately. “I love it when you can’t take your eyes off me,” I whisper, letting my fingers trail dangerously close to yours. “Makes me feel like I’m yours… completely, and I want it.” I lean in closer, letting my lips brush your ear as I whisper your name like it’s my favorite sound.

I drag the words out, low and teasing. “I’m not shy tonight… I want you to notice everything I do,” I whisper. “Every sexual moan sound I make… every little movement…” I press closer, shoulder brushing yours with you gripping my ass in your left palm, letting you feel just how greedy I am for your attention with my juicy tits sitting in your face.

By the time the evening stretches on, I’m wrapped in the tension, teasing, flirting, and letting the moment build. I love that you can’t get enough of me, and I can’t get enough of this messy, greedy game we play. Every glance, every whispered dirty word, every naughty little tease leaves us both craving more… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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