Cock

After a moment's consideration, Ethan answers; "I want your cock."

Layla smiles, letting out a small giggle. "Okay..." she shifts, putting a bit of distance between her body and Ethan's.

The parting doesn't last long, as Layla guides Ethan flat onto his back, pulling her leg away. Slowly, she spreads Ethan's own legs apart, slipping into the space between them. Looking up at her Ethan lets out a deep sigh. Even in the low light of the room, she's jaw-dropping to look at, and from this position, Ethan can fully appreciate the fullness of her chest. Her other endowment, the star of the show, is hidden, with Layla shifting it into position.

A poke at Ethan's backdoor tells him she's ready. The feeling makes him gasp, his asshole clenching. Layla's got a lot of meat for anybody, and Ethan is still slightly nervous.

"Hnnn," Layla lets out a sigh, her hands caressing Ethan's thighs, lifting them up. "I don't know if I can be gentle... I'll try... But fuck..."

The words 'but fuck' make Ethan smile. "It's okay," he breathes, "I trust you."

Despite the darkness, Ethan can see Layla smile.

A moment later, Ethan the pressure against him spike, causing him to cry out. She's inside of him.

It's hard to say how far she's in, but it's a nice chunk of cock. While the initiate breach had some **** to it, she slows down, easing herself in deeper carefully. Ethan gasps as his ass is filled, feeling every curve and contour of her magnificent prick. His eyes flutter, his mind starting to drift.

"Eth-an..." Layla gasps, her breathing sharp. "You... Okay?"

Ethan nods, letting out a small gasp. "God yes..."

Those words are all the reassuring Layla needs. Rolling her hips, she gets to work, putting her cock to task fucking Ethan's quivering ass.

Moaning, Ethan feels his body ignite, heat consuming him. His ass hurts, naturally, the size of the cock inside of him immense, and yet he's addicted to it already. She feels like she belongs in there, and as her heavy balls slap against him, her pace quickening, Ethan knows she feels the same. Despite the darkness of the room, Ethan can see her heavy tits bounce with each thrust of her hips. Watching her makes him melt all the faster, totally enthralled by the goddess on top of him.

As his ass loosens, her pace quickens, and so too does her breathing. Holding his thigh tight, Layla lets her head fall back, a straining moan on her lips. Inside of himself, Ethan can feel her cock pulsating wildly. She's fighting it, but her orgasm is close. Ethan knows his own is nearing as well, his body and balls starting to tense.

"E-Ethan. I can't..." she whines, her need to come almost outweighing her desire to hold on.

Ethan tries to speak, to assure her it's okay, but words fail to form. Instead, he lets out a whorish moan, one that makes Layla's ears burn.

Gripping him tight, she goes for it, fucking his ass hard for a final sprint. Ethan lets out a cry that makes his throat hurt, ecstasy on his lips. His hole hugs Layla's shaft tight, yearning for it. Waves of pleasure radiate from his stuffed ass, his cock so close to popping it hurts. Back arching, Ethan feels himself about to break.

Above him, Layla lets out a deep, visceral groan. Fire fills him, a spurt of molten jizz searing his insides. Shuddering, savoring it with a moan, Ethan melts as he's pumped full, Layla's load impossibly heavy. The sensation pushes him over the edge, his own cock popping. Cum lands on his belly, his load much smaller than Layla's. Still, the release makes Ethan's head spin. Layla, doing her part, keeps her hips pumping, milking herself dry into Ethan's eager ass.

After another minute or so, Layla falls forward, her body smearing the cum on Ethan all over. By the time her hips stop moving, she keeps the kiss locked in for a tiny bit longer, before breaking off to breath.