I’m a chubby chick with curves in all the right places, and I know how to use them. Last night, I was at a local bar, feeling confident and sexy in my tight little dress. I caught the eye of a handsome guy across the room, and before I knew it, we were back at his place, ready to indulge in our shared fantasies.
“Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he growled, his hands roaming over my ample curves, squeezing and kneading. I moaned, my body responding instantly to his touch. He pushed me onto the bed, his lips crashing onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth, exploring, teasing.
I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle in my eagerness. I pulled his cock free, a thick, throbbing shaft that made my mouth water. I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around his shaft, my tongue swirling and teasing. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each stroke, gagging and choking as he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, you little cocksucker,” he praised, his hands fisting in my hair, guiding my movements. “Make daddy cum.”
I could feel his cock swelling, his body tensing as he neared his release. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he came, his hot, sticky cum spurting onto my tits, coating my skin, marking me as his.
He pushed me onto my back, his hands spreading my thighs wide, exposing my soaked pussy. He dove in, his tongue flicking out to lick my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hips bucking against his mouth, begging for more. He obliged, his fingers slipping into my soaking wet cunt, his thumb circling my clit.
I was a writhing mess of lust and need, my body aching for release. And then, with a final, deep thrust of his fingers, I came, my body convulsing, my screams of pleasure echoing off the walls.
In the aftermath, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I curled up against him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re such a good little slut,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Daddy’s proud of you.”
