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Ethan kisses her, and Layla leans into it.

Or rather, onto him.

The kiss was the permission she needed to set herself free. Quickly, finds she’s the one kissing him, the busty woman overtaking him. Her lips are plush and sinfully soft, their touch making Ethan quiver. His hand, still on her breast, squeezes firmly, Layla moaning into his mouth. Pushing up on him harder, Layla’s tongue slips in, the kiss becoming deeper.

Ethan tries to match her energy, but his position puts him at a disadvantage. She’s on top of him, or close enough to, and he can barely move with her pressed in so snug. Her body feels molten against him, the heat radiating through her clothes. A pang of discontent strikes him. Layla’s dress is really starting to annoy him. Making a very hard choice, Ethan releases Layla’s chest, and puts both his hands to the task of trying to get her out of the dress.

Layla doesn't resist, but doesn’t offer much help at first either, perhaps not understanding what Ethan is trying to accomplish with his tugging and pulling. After a moment, her own hands get to work, but instead of helping with her dress, she starts to work on Ethan’s pants. Fumbling with each other, the two eventually manage to get some of the other's clothes off, Ethan hiking her dress up to her just under her tits, and Layla managing to tug his pants down to his knees.

Stuck, they break the kiss, quickly dispatching their own remaining clothes, leaving both in their underwear. Ethan is about to remove his boxers when he sees Layla unclasp her bra, her girls released in their full glory. The huge orbs bounce slightly when freed, yet despite their size, and Layla’s age, they don’t sag all that much. Her nipples are big, suited to match the size of her breasts, pink and begging for attention. When Layla keeps shifting, Ethan’s eyes wander downward.

Slipping off her panties, Layla lets the rest of her breath, her massive cock already standing solid. The thick slab of meat throbs slightly, a small droplet of pre welling on the tip. Suddenly, Ethan hesitates to remove his boxers, knowing he can’t possibly compare to that python.

Layla tugs at his boxers, leaning in and whispering in his ear. “It’s okay…” she assures him, “It’s okay.” She seems to understand his apprehension, her voice a soothing ****.

Still unsure, Ethan pulls down his boxers, revealing his comparatively average cock.

If Layla is unimpressed, she doesn't show it. Instead, she leans down and plants a kiss on its crown, her lips feeling even better there than on Ethan’s lips. Tonguing his cockhead lightly, Layla sends Ethan into a small quivering fit, his throbbing. Eyes fluttering, he feels Layla’s lips open wider, taking him inside of her mouth slowly.

Kissing seems to be the second-best thing she can do with her mouth. Seizing, Ethan feels a shock of pleasure roll up his spine, forcing out a gasping moan. Layla’s lips feel heavenly around him, and her tongue wicked as it dances along. Letting out a sharp breath, Ethan feels like she’s trying to suck the cum straight out of his balls, her technique masterful. The only person who ever sucked his dick was Heather, and while she could be enthusiastic, what she did down there was nothing like this. Head falling back, Ethan already feels a stirring deep within him. If she keeps this up, he’s going to blow.

Suddenly, she releases him with a wet pop, cool air stinging his mouth-warmed shaft. The rising need for release eases, as Layla pulls herself back up. Ethan starts to question why she stopped, but he understands: him cumming this early would spoil the fun.

By the time she’s back up to eye level, Ethan attacks her, pressing his lips against hers roughly. She returns the kiss, lacing her fingers through his hair, her nails grazing the back of his head. Ethan’s tongue is in her mouth, this time taking the lead. She tastes different now, like sweat and pre.

She tastes like his cock. And if this is how cock tastes…

Layla pulls Ethan off of her, her face flushed red.

“I need you to fuck me…”

{if Gay >2}Ethan’s eyes wander downward, willing to explore other options…

“No,” Layla presses herself forward, her mouth moving to Ethan’s neck, planting rough kisses on his shoulder while also robbing him of his view. “We can’t. Not yet,” her breath is hot against Ethan’s skin, “I can’t fuck you yet…”

‘Yet’.

The word makes Ethan quiver.{endif}