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Ashley’s door opens and the first thing that happens is a black streak bolts out.

“I’m sorry, baby!” Ashley’s voice is sickeningly cutesy, obviously speaking to the cat. “Sorry the vacuum was so scary.” She steps back into the living room, sans her jacket, her bare shoulders now on display. As well as other things. {if Layla Sex =true}Layla was right. Her tits are pretty big.{endif} The jacket hid it, slightly, but Ashley’s chest has much more shape to it than Ethan previously observed. It’s not just that they’re big, which they certainly are, but they seem particularly well suited to her frame, really making them stand out.

Assuming Charlie is comparable, Ethan wonders why he didn't notice sooner, still very much in denial.

“See something you like?” Ashley teases, knocking Ethan back to reality. He’d been staring, and didn't realize how many seconds ticked away.

Recovering quickly, Ethan tries to be smooth. “I think so, I’d love a closer look.”

The line apparently works, as Ashley smiles, then beckons him to her bedroom with a curled finger. “I can arrange that.”

Trying not to be too eager, Ethan pops up off the couch and walks over, Ashley slipping into the room before him. As he walks through the threshold he quickly examines his surroundings, noting the room is rather cramped. If he had to guess, when Ashley moved in she brought more stuff than she had reasonable room, and is trying to make it work. Turning his gaze back to Ashley, she’s sitting on the edge of her bed, giving him a small smile.

“Close enough for you?” She smiles, tilting her shoulders back to make her chest pop.

“Hmm.” Ethan moves closer, his feet inches from Ashley’s. “Not quite.”

Chewing her lip, Ashley leans forward, giving Ethan a very good view down the front of her shirt and into her cleavage. “Better?”

“Better, but…”

Ashley’s hands reach for the hem of her tank top, and in well-practiced motion she gets her shirt off. Her bra is a pale blue and rather plain, erring more to function over fashion. Ethan thinks had she planned to show off her underwear she may have worn something with a bit more flash. “How about now?”

Looking at her barely covered tits makes Ethan’s pants feel restrictive, his manhood already at full mast. Glancing down, he notices a tent in Ashley’s skirt, clearly enjoying the exchange as well. “Hmmm. This is pretty good, but I think we can do better.”

“I agree.” Reaching behind her back, Ashley unclasps her bra, shrugging it off and discarding it without much fanfare.

Ethan feels his cock throb. Ashley’s tits barely dropped when the bra came off, the two dusky orbs incredibly perky despite their size. While not the biggest he’s ever seen, they are certainly impressive, each perfectly shaped mound capped off by a dark nipple. Smiling, Ethan gives her a small shrug. “Well, it’s official. I love them.”

Ashley leans back, almost straight lying down. “Then come get them.”

Taking the invitation to heart, Ethan moves in, both his hands and his mouth going for her beautiful breasts. Ashley lets out an endearing gasp as Ethan bares down, giving one nipple a light tonging and the other a small pinch. Feeling them, Ethan can’t help but compare them to Heather’s, finding them to have a bit more firmness to his old flames. While an even-headed Ethan would have a hard time saying which he preferred, at the moment sucking and fondling these ones was extremely titillating.

Ashley’s hands start tugging on Ethan’s shirt, the very busy man only briefly letting up his work to take it off. Then she reaches for his pants, but her fingers can’t quite get there. Instead, she shifts to her skirt, and as she fights with it, Ethan feels something poking him in the stomach.

Pulling himself up, partly to get his pants off, and partly to see firsthand the skirt come off, Ethan gets to his feet. Without a half-naked guy sucking her tits, Ashley is able to get her skirt off now, revealing a matching blue pair of panties, and better showcasing a bulge that slows Ethan’s progress getting his pants off. Pulling her legs up into the fetal position, Ashley slips out from her underwear, then when she lowers her legs back down reveals herself to Ethan properly.

She’s big. Nowhere near as big as Layla, but that wasn't a strike against it. Staring at it, really looking at the thick, dark slab of meat, Ethan notes that her frame definitely is playing tricks and making it look a bit bigger than it is{if Alex Sex =true}, similar to Alex’s cock looking massive on his very slender body{endif}. Still, Ethan can tell she’s bigger than he is.

Slowly, he finished pulling his own pants down before moving onto his boxers, revealing his own turgid mast.

“Hmmm,” Ashley sits up, her brown eyes soaking in Ethan’s manhood. “Now I see something I love.”

Her voice suggests she’s not just saying it to be nice, but Ethan feels unsure. Looking at the cock, Ethan is sure he’s in for a rough ride.

Ashley pulls herself up, but then quickly turns around, getting onto her hands and knees presenting herself. Her cunt, now visible, is dripping wet, the succulent sight almost enough to distract Ethan from her balls hanging just below it. “God, I need you to fuck me so bad…”

“Ah…” Ethan straightens up, both literally and maybe a bit figuratively. He’d sort of expected her to want to fuck him.{if Gay >2} Hoped for it even.{endif}{if Layla Sex =true} Layla not fucking him made sense. She was huge.{endif}{if Anal Virgin =false} Alex fucked him, and despite being smaller than Ashley the difference wasn't enough to be concerned about. {endif} “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Glancing over her shoulder, Ashley’s expression is a storm of complex emotions. “Ethan, I’ve been stuck fucking girls for too fucking long. I need you to fuck me as hard as you can and remind me I’m a woman.”

Something about those string of words makes Ethan’s dick throb so hard that he winces.

Obviously, he’s okay with that.