I need time to recover

Alice’s question hung in the warm, sex-scented air of the caravan. “So… you staying the night?”

I let out a low chuckle, still buried inside her, feeling the messy mix of our cum slowly leaking around my softening cock. “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.”

I finally pulled out with a wet sound, both of us groaning at the loss. A thick flood of my cum poured from her swollen, well-used pussy onto the sheets. Alice looked thoroughly fucked — hair wild, cheeks flushed, those massive tits rising and falling with each breath, thighs still trembling slightly. She looked incredible.

We cleaned up just enough to not make the bed completely disgusting, then collapsed together. I pulled her thick, warm body against mine, spooning her from behind. Her plush ass nestled perfectly against my spent cock, and I draped an arm over her, cupping one of her heavy breasts lazily as we caught our breath.

The movie on her phone had long since ended. The only sounds now were our breathing and the distant hum of the suburbs at night. We talked softly for a while — about the ridiculous week of sexting, how she’d been edging herself for days thinking about this, how I’d nearly lost my mind hiding it from the boys. Her laughter vibrated through her curvy frame, making her tits jiggle against my palm.

But my dick needed time. After a week of constant blue-balling and two intense loads dumped deep inside her, I was tapped out. “Give me a couple hours to recover, gorgeous,” I murmured against her neck, kissing the soft skin there. “You’ve drained me.”

Alice smirked and wiggled her thick ass back against me teasingly. “Aww, poor thing. I can be patient… maybe.” She reached back and gave my soft cock a gentle squeeze, then turned in my arms so we were face to face. We made out lazily, slow and deep, hands roaming. I spent a long time just playing with her massive tits — squeezing, sucking on her nipples, watching them spill out of my hands while she sighed happily.

An hour passed like that. Then another. We dozed lightly, tangled together, her leg thrown over mine. Every now and then she’d grind against my thigh or stroke me softly, keeping the heat simmering. Her pussy was still slick and leaking my cum, and the feeling of her thick, soft body pressed against me kept me from fully softening.

By the third hour, with the caravan dark except for the string lights, my cock was starting to thicken again against her stomach. Alice noticed immediately, those bright green eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Ready for more already?” she whispered, biting her lip as her hand wrapped around my growing shaft, stroking slowly.