Yes - the promise of getting pounded into the pillows is just too enticing.

Chris kept grinding her naked, sodden pussy against her lover's crotch, feeling his hot, throbbing shaft against her needy lower lips. Pushing herself backwards with her arms, she felt her heartbeat quicken together with her breathing, a dopey smile spreading on her face as her eyes fell closed partly. Now, all Steve had to do was...

"Babe, we need to get upstairs, we can't fuck here!" That wasn't what Chris had expected. She could feel how hard her lover was, and all that separated them was the thin fabric of his pants...

"Like, whyyy~? Just, y'know, just pull down your pants and, like, fuck me right here!" Shaking her ass left and right, Chris delighted in the needy groan this elicited from Steve.

"We... we ca-- I can't! If we bang here, I'm gonna pound you like crazy, your head would bang against the stairs! I... I don't wanna hurt you, babe..."

Banging like crazy sounded great, banging her head against the steps less so. No matter how nice and fuzzy and cottony her head felt, that cotton was inside and would do nothing to keep Chris from getting hurt. Maybe getting upstairs and then getting absolutely railed was worth it. Scratch the maybe, it totally would. If Steve wasn't completely into it, sex was only half as fun. And he'd probably hold back, and that was the last thing Chris wanted. No, she wanted to get pounded, hard and fast, until her legs turned to jelly and her brain turned to mush...

"Babe? Babe, let's go upstairs, then we ca--"

"Alright!" Chris chirped, straightening up and leaning back into Steve, grinding her newly sized up ass against his crotch. "But you better deliver, mister! I, like, wanna not be able to walk and stuff once we're done! And you better keep, like, that fat cock on my ass while we walk."

That didn't make the walk upstairs any easier or faster, but much more enjoyable. By the first flight of stairs, Steve was panting into Chris' ear, unable to keep his hands from fondling his girlfriend's spectacular breasts. The bimbo surfer was moaning unabashedly as she felt her massive boobs fondled, her nipples tugged through the fabric of her shirt, all the sensations adding to the almost unbearable heat between her legs, her pussy so wet she felt thick rivulets of girlcum dripping down her soft, thick thighs - and along the steel-hard, throbbing top of Steve's massive member.

The walk itself quickly became a blur to Chris, her brain deciding to basically ignore any and all stimuli that weren't sexual in nature. Why did the doors of the other aparments matter, or the carpet under her shoes? The light fixtures weren't even remotely phallic in shape, so nuts to them! Chris just couldn't wait to have her lover nut deep into her, moaning and grinding against him with every step, no matter if it was up a stair or along a landing. Anticipation was building, heat was building, lust was building, even Chris' first climax seemed to be building...

Until the surfer bimbo suddenly bumped into the door to the penthouse, raising both hands to steady herself against it as she ground against Steve's gargantuan shaft, squeezing it with her thighs as her lover searched for his keys. A big, happy smile plastered on her face, Chris didn't even try to suppress a squeal of excitement - it was almost time, not even a minute and she would be filled with cock!

"You can't wait, huh, you horny little slut?" Twisting the key, Steve began to push Chris into the penthouse, renewing his **** on her perky tits.

"Yes! Yes, I'm a slut!" Chris giggled, moaning as she pressed her tits into her lover's hands. "I'm your slut, and I need you to, like, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Steve, pleeaase~!"

Desperation, lust, need, the way all of this made her pant excitedly, everything seemed to conspire to make Chris dizzy with anticipation, and the only reason she didn't fall as she stumbled towards Steve's bedroom was the fact that her lover's cock was literally keeping her upright. Chris was basically riding the massive, throbbing rod, feeling it rub against her sodden snatch as its tip bobbed before her. The sight of a cock between her legs made something stir in her lust-addled mind, some half-forgotten memory about her crotch being diff...

"Mgh!" Steve's cock twitched, and everything besides lust was gone again as it **** Chris on her tiptoes for a few steps, the incredible power in her lover's tool making her breath hitch in her throat. And there was the bed, and now it was time to get... "Eeek!"

Steve used his superior strength to shove Chris towards the soft mattress, making her stumble forwards in surprise until she fell forwards and onto the bed, knees right on the edge, hands under her - and the tip of Steve's divine shaft still between her thighs, rubbing right against her engorged clit with every little movement. Realizing this, Chris wobbled her inflated behind from side to side, making her lover groan and her own eyes roll up in her head for a second as her legs shook, setting her pliant ass aquake.

"Babe, I can't wait. I wanna... I need to fuck you!"

"Who--oooh! Who said anything about, like, waiting?! Put it in, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Reaching between her legs, Chris pushed Steve's easily fist-sized glans between her folds, and all her lover had to do was take a step forwards to spear the bimbo surfer on his enormous shaft. And another step. And another.

"Mnooogh~!" There were no more thoughts, there was just pleasure, rising ever higher with every inch that **** its way into Chris, her eyes rolling up as her jaw went slack and her tongue lolled out over her plump lips, drooling onto the sheets as Chris' entire body shook and twitched. "Nyoohoooh~!"

Finally, Steve could reach his lover's newly expanded hips and used the newfound leverage to **** his remaining length inside the bimbo surfer with one smooth stroke. It felt every bit as good as in the bathroom of the cafe... not that Chris could really consciously appreciate it; all she knew was pleasure, what little higher thinking had remained in the bimbo surfer shutting down and letting instinct take over - not that instinct couldn't do much, either, except make Chris shudder and moan as she drooled onto the bed, pussy milking her lover's massive rod mindlessly.

"Damn, babe, you're really into this... I'm gonna start now, okay?"

"Nghiii~!"

It was almost too much. For the old Chris, it would have been, but for the new Chris, these were only new heights of pleasure to reach, and with every meaty slap of Steve's pelvis on her soft ass, with every ripple of the gelatinous orbs, she was taking another step, another leap, ever higher. Instinct had finally gotten around to doing something, and Chris was slamming her butt back against Steve's every thrust, feeling her insides stretch deliciously, her tits swinging wildly as her lover hammered away at her slick, eager hole.

"Ngh-ngh-ngh-uuuh!" Chris wasn't very eloquent at the best of times, and Steve's cock had reduced her to a moaning, squealing mess in a matter of seconds. Of course, Steve was determined to keep it that way.

"Shit, Babe, this ass of yours, I fucking... love... it!"

*SLAP*

"Iiigh!"

Had Chris been able to do anything besides ride the waves of pleasure drowning her mind, she'd have been surprised how much the sudden sting of an openhanded slap on her right ass-cheek enhanced the sensations, making her pussy clamp down on the monster shaft inside her. It felt even harder, even bigger, lurching and throbbing and robbing Chris of her strength, making her arms collapse, dumping her face on the blanket with her ass raised high above her. Steve, however, was not letting up on her, to the contrary - another slap, this time to Chris' left cheek, made her squeak delightedly between moans and gasps. Her behind burned pleasantly, her pussy churned, and Steve groaned in satisfaction as he kept pounding his lover, the bed springs creaking as Chris was **** down into the mattress again and again, getting pushed back up and against Steve's humongous shaft every time - which was for the best, too, seeing as instinct had given up getting Chris to move in the face of truly mind-bending pleasure.

Steve wasn't letting up either, getting into a rhythm that kept bouncing Chris up and down on the bed, slapping her ass with his flat palm every now and then, making Chris squeal and himself groan when she clamped down on him. The surfer bimbo could feel her lover's fat balls slap against her belly with every thrust, the ripples on her swollen, burning butt that happened whenever Steve bottomed out in her stimulating in themselves.

"B-babe, I dunno how... how loong I..."

"Ah! Auh! Ighuuh~..."

"Fuck, I cuh-cuh...! Uuuuhnnn~..."

"Aahahaaanh!"

The hot stickiness of thick cum flooding her insides triggered something deep-seated inside of Chris, an instinctual need to suck and slurp and swallow, but with her body having been in a state of basically constant orgasm for the entire time Steve had been pounding her left her no strength to do anything besides drool and slurp the air, eyes rolled up as her belly began to bulge from Steve's massive load as he bucked and thrust his hips uncontrollably while his balls emptied themselves into his lover.

Breathing hard, Steve leaned forwards as his hips twitched weakly, hands to the left and right of Chris' ribcage to keep Steve from collapsing onto her. Chris meanwhile moaned and mumbled below him as cum dripped from her overstuffed snatch, arms scrabbling weakly as she tried to push herself off the bed, instinct back from a short coffee break to get a taste of cum, just a little taste...

"Babe, you alright...? Need somethi... damn' it's hard to... think..."

In the end, it took Chris a few minutes to regain her strength, which was enough time for Steve to grow sufficiently soft for the surfer bimbo to slip down the bed and pull his mighty schlong out of her at the same time. With Steve bend over the bed, his crotch was in the perfect position for a mewling, barely sensate Chris to lazily lick and kiss along the softening length, tongue snaking, twisting and spiraling along Steve's monster to slurp up every speck of cum that hadn't remained inside her or drooled onto the sheets.

"C-Careful, Babe, it's s-sensitive!"

"M-hmmm~..."

Chris' mental faculties where slowly returning to levels where she was at least be able to react to words, but she was much too preoccupied with the cloying saltiness of Steve's cum filling her mouth, thick globs slipping down her throat every time she swallowed until Steve was completely cleaned up, his cock slick and glistening with the surfer bimbo's saliva.