The Fantasy

The house was quiet again, but your mind was anything but. After last night’s frantic session in the bathroom, stroking yourself raw to that raw doggy-style video of Nick hammering Erin like a wild fucking animal, his crude “yeah bitch take that cock you horny slut” still echoing in your ears; you couldn’t stop.

The cloud folder on your phone had become an addiction. Every spare second at work, every red light on the drive home, you’d stolen glances at Erin’s perfect body: those gloriously bouncing boobs flailing wildly on her tiny frame, her smooth pale ass rippling with every slap.

Tonight the obsession burned hotter. Tawny had fallen asleep quickly, still a little sore and satisfied from the night before last. You waited until her breathing turned deep and slow, then slipped out of bed once more, heart pounding like a sledgehammer in your chest with dark excitement.

You didn’t need the physical phone anymore—your cloud held every filthy file now. You padded quietly to the across the house for the bathroom once again, locked the door between the empty rooms, and opened the folder fingers shaking with anticipation.

You went straight for Erin.

A new video loaded: Erin on her back, knees pushed up to her shoulders, Nick’s thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy. But in your mind it wasn’t Nick anymore; it was you. You imagined yourself exactly the way you’d taken Tawny that incredible night. Starting slow, worshiping her petite body. You’d kiss and nibble from her delicate toes upward, sucking each tiny toe one by one, running your tongue in wet circles while stretching her short legs wide and massaging her glutes.

You’d tease the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, biting softly, licking long stripes that made her whimper and drip.

When you finally reached her waiting cunt you’d devour her just like you had Tawny, tongue darting in and out, lapping up her sweetness, sucking her swollen lips between yours, then grinding her swollen clit between your front teeth and tongue until her hips bucked wildly.

The moment she was moaning and writhing you’d slide your slick thumb into her tight little ass, pushing her hips higher, feeling her squirt hard across your face exactly like Tawny had.

Then you’d climb up her tiny frame, dragging her own juices up to her lips, knees still over your shoulders, and sink your cock into her inch by glorious inch. You’d fuck her with that same sensual rotating grind counter-clockwise deep, then clockwise on the withdrawal watching those enormous tits bounce and slap together with every thrust.

Erin would scream for you, nails digging into your back: “Fuck my pussy! Rail me with your big dick! Oh god, you’re stretching me so good!”

You’d pound her until she sprayed again, soaking everything, her massive breasts jiggling violently, then pull out and paint those glorious tits with thick ropes of your cum, watching it drip down into her deep cleavage while she panted and begged for round two.

Your hand was already wrapped around your throbbing cock, stroking in the same deliberate rhythm you imagined using on her.

The fantasy felt so real you could almost smell her skin, hear her broken moans. You came hard again, biting your lip to stay quiet, ropes splattering the sink as Erin’s imagined screams echoed in your head.

You cleaned up slowly, chest still heaving, already planning the next stolen session. Erin wasn’t just your stepson’s fiancée anymore; she was your private, obsessive fantasy, and that cloud folder was never getting deleted.