I'm not wasting time

I didn’t wait another second.

I gripped the base of my cock and lined myself up, dragging the swollen head through her soaked folds one last time before I pushed forward. Alice’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as I sank into her—slow, steady, inch by inch until my hips were flush against her thick thighs and I was buried balls-deep inside her tight, dripping pussy.

“Fuuuuck…” I groaned, forehead dropping to hers. She was scorching hot and so fucking wet, clenching around me like she was trying to pull me even deeper. Those big, heavy 18-year-old tits pressed up against my chest, soft and perfect. I stayed buried for a moment, just feeling her pulse around me, then I started to move.

I fucked her in long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in hard. The caravan bed creaked under us. Every thrust made her thick body jiggle—those massive tits bouncing, her soft stomach trembling, that plush ass rippling when I bottomed out. Alice moaned loud and shameless, no longer trying to stay quiet. The thin walls didn’t matter anymore. If her dad was still awake in the main house, he was definitely hearing every wet slap of skin and every **** cry coming out of her.

“Oh my god, Chris— you’re so deep,” she gasped, nails digging into my back. I hooked one of her thick legs over my shoulder and leaned in, folding her slightly so I could pound into her even harder. The new angle had her eyes rolling back. I reached between us and rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb while I fucked her, and within minutes she was cumming again—pussy squeezing me in rhythmic pulses, back arching hard as she cried out my name.

I didn’t stop.

I kept driving into her through her orgasm, chasing my own. Her tits were bouncing wildly now with every thrust. I grabbed one in my hand, squeezing the heavy flesh, pinching her nipple until she whimpered. The wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her were obscene, mixed with her loud moans and my own grunts. I fucked her like I needed it—like this thick, eager 18-year-old was exactly the cure I’d been craving after the breakup.

After a few more minutes I pulled out, flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and slammed back inside from behind. The view was unreal—her thick ass spread for me, that tattoo on her back flexing as she pushed back to meet every thrust. I gripped her hips hard and fucked her even rougher, the caravan filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and her high, broken moans.

I was getting close.