The room echoed with the slap of skin on skin. Mmmmmm…fat girl phone sex. His firm thighs pounded against my round ass as he forced his cock deep into my wet gash. I love sex with skinny, younger men. Those cocks are always rock hard and ready for one more round. You were one of them. Young, eager, and you didn’t mind that I was fat. In fact, you love fat chicks. It was like an addiction. You were married to a skinny girl but deep down you needed to feel some flesh. Her pussy, you claimed was like a vicious little flytrap with it’s sharp, biting edges and lack of padding. My own mound was lush and fuzzy. You could fuck me as deep as you wanted and it didn’t hurt a bit. You also discovered my love for blow jobs. Your wife said your cock made her puke and there was no way that she was putting that nasty thing in her mouth. I, on the other hand, loved to slowly suck a cock, licking your balls and easing my tongue into a puckered rim. Your hips bucked uncontrollably as you blew your load into my eager mouth.
I don’t mind if you stay married to her. She can raise your brats and wash your underwear. I just want the feel of your thrusts as you scream out my name.