Don't say a word

I didn’t say a word. I just moved my hands to her hips, rolled her gently onto her back, and slid down the bed until I was settled between her thick thighs. The movie was still playing on her phone, some low background noise that neither of us cared about anymore.

Alice looked down at me with wide, hungry eyes as I hooked my fingers into her shorts and panties and peeled them down in one smooth motion. She lifted her hips to help, and then she was completely bare in front of me—soft stomach, thick hips, and a smooth, glistening pussy that was already swollen and soaked from all the teasing.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured, then I buried my face between her legs.

I started slow, dragging my tongue in long, flat strokes from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She tasted sweet and clean, and the second my mouth made full contact she let out a loud, broken moan that echoed in the small caravan. I didn’t care. The walls were thin as hell and her dad was probably only thirty metres away in the house, but right now the only thing that mattered was making her fall apart on my tongue.

I licked her like I was starving. Long, slow laps, then quick, focused flicks over her clit. I sucked the swollen nub between my lips and hummed, loving the way her thick thighs trembled around my head. Alice’s hands flew to my hair, gripping tight as she started rocking her hips against my face.

“Oh my god… Chris… fuck, just like that,” she gasped, way louder than she probably meant to. I slid two fingers inside her at the same time, curling them up against that spongy spot while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. She was dripping, soaking my chin and the sheets beneath her.

I stayed down there for the next hour.

I made her cum the first time in under ten minutes—her back arching hard, those massive tits heaving as she cried out and flooded my mouth. I didn’t stop. I eased off just enough to let her come down, then built her right back up again, slower this time, teasing her until she was begging. The second orgasm hit harder; she clamped her thick thighs around my head and moaned so loudly I was sure it carried across the backyard.

By the third time she was shaking, oversensitive and ****, but I kept going anyway—gentle licks mixed with firm pressure, fingers pumping steadily inside her while I sucked on her clit. Every time she came she got louder, wetter, more uninhibited. The caravan was filled with the wet sounds of my mouth on her and her unrestrained moans. I was rock hard the entire time, leaking in my jeans, but I didn’t care. I was obsessed with the way her thick body writhed, the way her big tits bounced with every shudder, the way she kept gasping my name like it was the only word she knew.

When I finally pulled back, my face was slick, lips swollen, and Alice was lying there completely wrecked—cheeks flushed, chest heaving, thighs still trembling. She looked down at me with glassy, fucked-out eyes and reached for me.