In bed with Layla

It doesn't take long before Ethan finds himself entwined with Layla, his body pressed tight against hers.

Her lips, so soft and plush, taste impossibly sweet and... Fresh? Remnants of toothpaste, surely, but Ethan still savors her. She's bigger than him, in more ways than one, but her form does not feel oppressive. If anything, it feels like home.

As she lets out a sigh, Layla's chest squishes in tighter, its mind-numbing mass trying to eat Ethan alive. Shifting, she hooks a leg over Ethan's hip keeping a firm grip on him, not willing to let him go. The new position presses her rock-hard prick against Ethan's, her larger cock almost bullying his. He has no plan for where this is going, but it's quickly getting wherever it is.

Running his hands along her shapely body, Ethan lets out a deep breath through his nose. Curves for days, he finds himself getting lost exploring her. He ponders how a woman can be built like she is. A pure effigy of sex, Layla embodies everything an ideal woman should be, while also sporting the purest representation of masculinity. His cock throbs against hers, and he makes a point of rubbing them together. Accepting her for all that she is.

Breaking off her lips, Layla lets out a soft sigh. "I need you."

"I need you too."

She licks her lips, sighing deeply. "How do you want me?"