Craig sets some rules

"Please," Leslie whimpered again, her voice breaking as Craig's fingers dug into her hip, holding her still while his cock teased her entrance. The blunt head pressed against her, not giving her what she wanted—not yet. His breath was hot against her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe before he growled, "Say it properly."

Her thighs trembled, slick with her own arousal, as she choked out the words he wanted. "Fuck me, please—I need you inside me." The admission burned her throat, humiliation and desire twisting together.

Craig rewarded her with a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Craig held himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing within the tight, slick heat of her used pussy. His gaze raked over her chubby body—the soft swell of her belly, the thick curve of her hips, the way her huge tits bounced with every ragged breath she took. Water sluiced over them both, turning her flushed skin slick as he gripped her waist, fingers digging into her plush flesh.

"You take me so fucking well," he growled, rolling his hips in slow, possessive circles, making her whimper. His thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles as he kept her pinned against the tile, her back arching, her tits pressed against his chest.

Now if you going start fucking other men I’m going have to set some rules for you. Do you understand stand my slut Craig said to Leslie.

Leslie’s nails scraped against the tile as Craig pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her before slamming back in with a wet slap. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body clenching around him—so full, so owned.

"Do you understand, my slut?" Craig’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble against her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. His hips snapped forward again, forcing a broken moan from her lips.

Leslie nodded frantically, her thighs trembling as he fucked into her with deliberate, punishing strokes. "Y-yes," she panted, her voice barely more than a whimper.

"Good."

Craig’s thrusts slowed to a torturous drag, his cock gliding out until just the swollen head stretched her open before sinking back in with deliberate, filthy precision. Leslie’s moans dripped like honey—low, syrupy, torn from her throat with every relentless push.

“Look at you,” he snarled, fingers tightening on her hips hard enough to bruise. “Still so fucking greedy for it.”

Water pounded between them as she arched, her plush body trembling, her cunt clenching around him like a vice.

His grip on her tit tightened, fingers sinking into the plush flesh as he **** her to meet his gaze. Water dripped from his lashes, his eyes dark with possession. "I get to choose who gets to fuck you," he growled, twisting her nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you understand that, my dear?"

Leslie's breath hitched, her cunt clenching around his cock in helpless response. A fresh wave of slick heat coated his length as he dragged her hips back against his, grinding deep. "Y-yes," she whimpered, her voice breaking as his teeth scraped her shoulder.

"Good girl."

Craig’s hips stilled inside her, his cock twitching as he leaned in, his breath scorching against her damp skin. "Did you like another man fucking your fat pussy and filling it with his cum?" His voice was a rough whisper, each word deliberate, cruel.

Leslie’s throat tightened, her body trembling under his grip. The truth clawed at her—yes, yes, she had, it had been filthy and wrong and so fucking good—but Craig’s fingers dug into her hips, demanding an answer.

She whimpered, her cunt fluttering around him as his cock pulsed inside her, reminding her who owned her now.

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep with a wet slap that echoed off the shower tiles. "Just remember this—" Another brutal thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. "—my slut. I own this chubby thick ass." His palm cracked against her flesh, leaving a stinging red imprint as he fucked into her with possessive fury. "This pussy is mine. Do you understand?"

Leslie could only whimper, her nails scraping against tile as he pistoned into her with relentless strokes, each one carving his claim deeper. Water sluiced between their bodies, turning her skin slick as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises—proof of his ownership.

"Answer me!"

"Yes, sir—my pussy is yours," Leslie gasped, her voice raw with submission as Craig’s cock stretched her impossibly wide. Water sluiced between their bodies, her plush thighs quivering where they pressed against his hips.

"Good fucking girl," Craig snarled, his fingers biting into her hips as he dragged her back onto him, his thrusts turning brutal—deep, claiming strokes that punched whimpers from her throat.

Leslie’s orgasm coiled tight in her belly, a ****, trembling pressure as Craig’s cock split her open again and again. His voice was a rough command against the shell of her ear, each word sending a fresh jolt of heat through her.

"You’re going to spread those thick thighs for other men," he growled, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he drove into her with punishing ****. "You’re going to let them fill this greedy little cunt—" A sharp thrust punched a broken cry from her lips. "—and then you’ll come home to me, dripping with their cum, so I can reclaim your pussy as mine"

Leslie’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as Craig’s cock pistoned into her with ruthless precision.

I'm cumming!" Leslie gasped, her voice breaking as her pussy clenched around Craig’s thick cock in ****, rhythmic pulses. Her inner walls fluttered like a greedy vice, milking him with every shuddering contraction, her plush thighs quivering where they pressed against his hips.

Craig’s balls drew up tight against his body, his cock swelling impossibly thicker inside her as a guttural roar tore from his throat. "Hear it, slut—take it!" His hips jackhammered into her, burying himself to the hilt as his release surged hot and thick, flooding her clutching cunt in thick, possessive spurts.

Craig’s cock twitched violently inside her, each thick pulse sending another scalding rope of cum deep into her clutching cunt. Leslie gasped as she felt him throb, his fat length jerking against her swollen walls, painting her insides with his claim.

"Fuck—take it all, you greedy slut," he snarled, grinding his hips hard against her ass, forcing his cum deeper with every possessive thrust. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, keeping her impaled on him as his release flooded her, hot and thick, until she could feel it leaking around where they were joined.

Leslie’s fingers kneaded into the soft, plush weight of her tits, her nails digging into the supple flesh as her orgasm wracked her body. The water sluiced over her flushed skin, droplets catching on her stiff nipples as she squeezed harder, her breath hitching with each aftershock that rippled through her.

Craig’s grip on her hips loosened just enough to trail a possessive hand up her trembling belly, his fingers splaying over the curve of her soft waist before dragging upward to grope one of her heaving breasts.

Craig’s cock slid free with a lewd pop, his thick cum already oozing from Leslie’s stretched pussy, glistening under the shower spray. A shudder ran through her as the sudden emptiness made her clench around nothing, her swollen folds struggling to close against the flood of his release.

“Look at that,” Craig growled, dragging a rough fingertip through the mess, smearing it over her trembling inner thighs. “Dripping like a fucking whore already.” He gave her ass a sharp slap, the sound echoing off the tiles as Leslie whimpered, her plush flesh jiggling under the sting.

Leslie turned her head, water dripping from her lashes as she met Craig’s darkened gaze with a slow, sultry grin. “Yes, your whore, honey,” she purred, her voice thick with the aftershocks of pleasure, her plush lips curling around the words like a challenge.

Craig’s fingers tangled in her wet hair, wrenching her head back with a possessive snarl. “Damn right,” he growled before crashing his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing past her lips to claim her all over again.

Craig’s hand released her hair with a final, rough tug, his lips lingering for a brutal second before he pulled away entirely. Water sluiced down the hard planes of his chest as he stepped back, his dark eyes raking over her trembling, cum-slicked body. “Clean yourself up,”

Leslie’s breath hitched as the shower door slammed behind him, the glass rattling in its frame. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a fresh trickle of his cum leaking down her inner thigh.

Leslie’s breath shuddered as the warm water traced paths down her flushed skin, her fingers hesitating between her thighs where Craig’s cum still clung to her. The slick evidence of his claim mingled with the shower spray, and her stomach twisted with a shameful thrill.