One of the hottest nights we ever had was when you surprised me, in the skirt and bra. I came home after a long workout and there you were, leaned over the kitchen counter, your thick ass in a tight pink thong, and that pleated skirt riding up your thick cheeks, your monstrous thighs flexed, your wide calves encased in high white socks. The deep ravine of your back, perfectly straight, bare until it came to your chest, with that bra wrapped tightly around your wide lats, the straps digging into your bulging traps and gigantic shoulders. You looked at me with a seductive smile, your beautiful lips on that scruffy square jaw.
I dropped my bag and squeezed my raging hard-on, through my track pants. You perked your ass out just a little bit more. I came up behind you, one hand gripping your thick neck, the other your fat ass, my dick rubbing on that skirt.
“Baby,” I said, and you moaned. “You dress like a whore just for me?”
“Yes, baby,” you purred, and with every rub of my dick over that thong, I melted. I put both hands around your zeppelin tits, the bra failing to cover much more than your nipples.
“Can I fuck you like a whore?”
“Yes, baby.” I turned your lips to mine and kissed you hard, digging my tongue in your mouth as I ripped my pants down. Your thong peeled off in an instant, the thin strap revealing itself as I dug it out of the deep cleavage of your ass, where it had been invisible. I dug my nose into your whole, the muscles of your ass enveloping my face, and then brought my tongue inside you, growling as I tried to devour your pussy. You moaned in ecstasy, leaning your weight onto the counter. My hands were on your meaty thighs as I fucked you with my tongue.
“I need to fuck you now,” I say, as I stand up behind you, wrap my hands around your tits and abs, and slowly bring my cock inside you. I look down at your arched back, and that fucking skirt around your waist, as I feel your ass all the way inside, my entire dick now in deep. “You fucking sexy bitch,” I say, my entire body wrapped around yours, my lips in your ears, “you know how to please daddy.”
I fuck you hard and slow, letting you whimper as I go deeper and deeper, spanking your ass and making it jiggle, feeling the rock hard muscle grip my cock. You want me inside you. I grab your neck and shove you down on your knees, where I look down at you, in that bra and skirt, every vein on your body bulging, and I slap your face lightly, before giving you my cock to inhale.
“No one sucks dick like you,” I say, slapping your face lightly, “you’re the best cocksucker there is.” After fucking your face, I shove you down on all fours, and get behind you, my mass on yours, and I pound you hard. I lead you over to the couch, where I sit down, and you ride me, my hands grabbing your bra, and then your ass through the skirt. You reach down and grab your hard dick as it bounces. I tell you to lose control. You cum with barely a stroke, splattering all over my pecs, abs, neck. I can’t take it any more.
“Get on your knees, baby,” I say, and you obey. It takes barely a kiss on the head of my dick, and I blast a load all over your face. It gushes and gushes, coating your lips, eyelids and chin, dripping down your neck and pooling in your clavicles. You lick it up. You crawl on my lap and kiss me, while I finger your used hole.
“Keep it on for me all night?” I ask.
