“Yes!!!”

“Fill my womb up Carl…” you moaned, your voice dripping with need. “I want to feel you deep inside me, all of you!”

Carl groaned in response, his pace becoming more erratic. You could feel his jism building up as his muscles contracted, the pressure intense as his cock swelled even more inside of you.

And then it happened. With a strangled grunt, Carl came, his hot seed flooding your womb blissfully. You could feel each spurt filling you up, a warm, thick sensation that seemed to resonate through your body. You felt his cum coating your insides, reaching the very depths of your being.

The thought of his sperm swimming up to your egg, impregnating you, made you quiver with pleasure. At that moment you wanted his babies.

You pushed back against him, trying to get him even deeper, to ensure that every last drop of his cum remained within you. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t help but let out a scream of ecstasy as you came as well. A pussy shuddering, muscles milking girlgasm.

After a moment of back arching, teeth gritting ejaculation, Carl pulled out and collapsed beside you, both of you panting heavily. “I’m having a shower. Join me if you like,” he offered, getting up from the bed.

You nodded eagerly, the thought of a quick, sensual shower together making your pulse race. The warm water cascaded over both of you as Carl pulled you into the shower, the steamy embrace enveloping your bodies. His hands were soapy and slippery as they glided over your apple curves, his fingers tracing your wet folds and teasing your sensitive nipples. You moaned as he touched you, the feeling of the soap and water on your skin mixing with the arousal that hadn’t fully subsided from your earlier encounter.

As you washed each other off under the spray, you admired the way the water beaded on Carl’s muscular frame, trickling down his taut contours. You felt so tiny and feminine in comparison, your large breasts and curvy ass bobbing and swaying as you moved. The feeling of being so helpless and delicate only served to make you even more **** for his touch. The soap slipped and slid over your skin, and as Carl bent down to wash your legs and feet, you couldn’t resist the urge to lean back against the cool tiles, presenting your ass to him.

Without warning, Carl’s hand came down with a sharp smack on one of your round cheeks, causing you to yelp in surprise. He looked at you with an anmused expression, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. “Naughty girl, always trying to distract me.” He said, his voice low and gruff.

You couldn’t help but giggle, the memory of his spank sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. It was a reminder of your place in this new dynamic, a place that, despite the occasional bewilderment, you found surprisingly comfortable. “Yes, Daddy!” You responded, the word slipping out naturally as the heat spread through your skin.

The spank was followed by a series of firm but lass forceful smacks, each one leaving a pink handprint on your increasingly sensitive ass. You moaned and wiggled, your pussy growing wetter with every impact. It was a strange sensation, the mix of pain and pleasure that Carl seemed to wield so expertly.

When he finally finished, you felt a disappointment rather than relief - and you felt desire. The warm water continued to cascade over your bodies, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, pressing your big soapy tits against his firm chest. You love how yielding and sensitive they wore. Tits were the best, their weight and the way they jiggled, the way they gave way into his fingers or muscles, the big sensitive nipples that begged for attention as they glided over his skin. His cock had grown hard again, brushing against your stomach as you stood there, panting and needy.

“Stop fucking around and being such a slut! We have to go! Or maybe I have to go…” As Carl stepped out of the shower, you admired his ass that was tight and firm. But your ass was better! You watched as he reached for the fluffy towels, your eyes lingering on his cock, which was still semi-erect from your playful teasing. His cock was the best though!!

You followed his lead, allowing the water to wash off the remaining soap, your tiny hands moving over your body with a newfound sense of purpose. You turned off the shower and exited. Taking the pink fluffy towel he’d left out.

“Really, you got out the girl towels for me?” You asked, half joking and half flattered. All infatuated.

“Well. I figure you’d love the pink when you’re a bimbo. And these towels are my way of thanking a girl for a good fuck. So you earned it.” He praises you.

You grinned as you dried with you pink fluffy towel. It’s terry towelling felt heavenly against your skin, soothing your flushed body as you dried off. Your breasts were heavy and full, the nipples erect from the cool air and the excitement of the situation. You stepped to the vanity mirror, feeling the tiles cold against your tiny feet.

You watched Carl in the mirror as he wrapped the towel around his waist. The sight of his muscles rippling made your mouth water and your pussy throb. He caught your gaze and smirked, knowing exactly what you were thinking. "Come here, bimbo," he said, his voice deep and commanding. You couldn't help but obey, your legs carrying you closer to him, a doe in headlights.

He turned you around to face the mirror, the towel falling away to reveal your curvy, wet body. Your eyes met his in the reflection, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You're so fucking hot, baby." His hands slid down to your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you back against him. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, eager to claim you once more. “Come on, let’s get you dressed…” he said, his voice filled with desire.

Carl opened the closet and pulled out a shiny black PVC strapless dress, so short was more a body sock that would barely cover your ass cheeks or contain your breasts. You took it from him and stepped into it, feeling the cool material kiss your skin as it shimmied and slid up over your legs and up your body, tugging and stretching the material to at least cover your nipples. You watched in the mirror as he zipped it up, the dress accentuating your curves, pushing your breasts up and out. You felt like a living doll, dressed for his pleasure. You felt good.

You didn’t bother with underwear, feeling a strange thrill at the thought of being so exposed, your erect nipples proud and pebbled, begging to be seen. The idea of walking around in public with nothing but the flimsy shiny fabric between your body and the world was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. You felt a rush of exhibitionist excitement as you stepped into a pair of matching black leather strapped stilettos with ribbons around the ankles. that made your legs look like they went on forever.

Carl stepped back and admired his handiwork, his eyes lingering on your erect nipples, which poked through the dress like twin peaks. "Perfect," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "You're going to be the talk of the town." His hand reached out and tweaked one of your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You gasped, your knees almost buckling. The dress was so tight that the slightest movement caused it to cling to your body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.