That’s all the invitation I need. Maybe it was just yesterday that I learned of her existence, and yet, I feel like I’ve been waiting a whole lifetime to get close to this sassy woman.
“I—” she gasps as I push her dress up until it’s bunched up around her waist before locking my mouth onto hers. She’s startled at first, but then melts against me as I walk us both over to the huge couch.
“Lie back, honey,” I rasp, pulling away for a moment to rip off my shirt. “Just enjoy yourself.”
She nods, watching with huge eyes as I rid myself of my pants as well, and it’s then that the pretty girl gasps, her eyes falling to my cock.
“Mr. Thompson,” she says in a choked voice. “You might be too big for me. Even if we’re just doing the Mormon Dick Soak.”
I rumble deep in my chest, fisting the huge tool. A bead of come pearls at the tip, dropping lightly to form a long string before it hits the carpeting.
“No, it’s fine,” I rasp. “You’ll be fine, honey, I promise. You’re young and young pussy always stretches, so it’ll feel good.”
She blinks at me as that huge bosom heaves with anticipation. Her nips are tight against the fabric, and I can tell she’s aroused by the way she spreads her legs immediately, her back already arching as she lets out a deep sigh. Oh fuck. There’s a glimmer of pink beneath the short hem, and I realize that Tanya didn’t wear any panties. Her pussy is completely bare for me and already coated in a layer of cream from her arousal.
“You want it, don’t you?” I intone in a deep voice.
She nods shyly.
“I’m excited for this,” her acknowledges in a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I want to feel you inside me,” she breathes, hitching up her dress even further so that her pussy comes fully into view. Oh shit, it’s glistening and so swollen already. Tanya, however, is anything but a good girl because she raises her knees up a bit before pulling the folds of her cunt open, showing me those ruby red insides and huge, stiff clit.
“This is all for you, Mr. Thompson,” she breathes as her little hole pulses. “Take what belongs to you.”
I growl, my cock streaming fluid now. Quickly, I maneuver myself between those thick thighs and then rub the tip of my shaft between the folds of her cunt a few times to get it nice and wet. She lets out a soft moan as I line myself up with her entrance, pressing at her sweet opening.
“Oohhh,” she breathes, her lashes falling shut. I lean forward to kiss that pretty pout then.
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot too, sweetheart,” are my raspy words. “There’s nothing that I want more than to feel just how sweet you are on the inside.”
Tanya moans, soft and melodious, but the sound is soon cut off and replaced by a sharp, indrawn gasp as I push my way inside that tender wetness, no longer able to hold myself back. My fingertips dig into her waist as I force myself to hold still, leaning down and resting my forehead against her chest. Tanya pulls down the cups of her cocktail dress, freeing those huge tits, and I latch onto one with my mouth. Fuck, she tastes good and the woman moans deliriously as I suckle hard.
“Oh Mr. Thompson,” she gasps. “Mmm, yes!”
Her nips are stiff against my tongue, and she’s so tight down there it’s almost unbearable. The velvety warmth of her soft snatch has me aching to move, but I force myself to remain still, biting on a hard nipple instead. Her back jerks, and then a warm flood of female nectar coats my cock, dripping all the way to my balls.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp. “Fuck, you’re so responsive, baby.”
But this is torture. I can tell that Tanya’s suffering too from the way she clenches around me, her breathing shallow and raspy. The sweet girl rolls her hips a few times before coming to an abrupt halt, trying to stop herself from breaking her vow.
“Oooh,” she wails, her eyes squeezed shut as her cunt clenches around me again. “Nooo!”
“I know, sweetheart,” I rasp before kissing her nipple again. “You feel so good and it’s hard not to move, isn’t it?” Before she can answer, I pull back and thrust in once more, the friction almost killing me. We both let out low moans as I repeat the movement, but before I can begin a rhythm, Tanya slaps my shoulder, mewling while shaking her head.
“Mormon Dick Soak, remember?” she cries out in agony. “You can’t move!”
Fuck. Right.
The muscles of my legs and back twitch as I force myself to stay still. A sheen of sweat breaks out on my brow as I hold myself within Tanya, enclosed by her but as still as a block of ice. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I can not move because I’ve only been in this sweet woman thirty seconds, but I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t fuck her soon. At the very least, I have to fuck something.
“I can’t do it,” I shake my head.
“But you’re not allowed to move—” she gasps.
“You’ll still keep your promise to God,” is my grunt as I pull out entirely. Her cunt grips me, as if begging me not to go, and Tanya whines, her legs still spread.
“Please, Mr. Grimes,” she begs. “I need it so bad.”
I nod, smirking at how desperate the curvy girl clearly is.