He Fucks Her

Sam was tired of getting pushed around. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Oh I think I'll do the fucking."

He stood up, put her hand on the Milker's shoulders and pressed down. She let his handsome cock slide between her tits and hit her chin as she lowered herself onto her knees to blowjob level. Once down, she didn't waste any time. She licked, sucked, slurped, and gulped down his impossibly hard fuckstick, lubing him up with her throat. She maintained complete eye contact as she blew him, craning her neck forward and back. He stroked the back of her head encouraging her as she massaged the tip of his cockhead with her tongue.

Once his cock was covered in a thick coat of spit and throbbing hard, she let his cock out of her mouth, then slapped it between her giant knockers. With her mouth free, she started laying on some heavy, almost competitive dirty-talk.

"You like fucking these man-milkers, Sam?" She asked vindictively. "I bet you're not even going to get the chance to fuck my pussy. I'm going to make you blow your hot, sticky load right here on these soft, round, titties."

As it happened, Sam started to feel the pressure building in his loins, but her lusty antagonistic chatter motivated him. Instead of slowing down, he started thrusting harder.

Clearly she was getting something out of it as well, though. Each time he pushed his cock up into her chest, the milker's whole body shook. She started sliding and grinding her pussy against the floor to rub her clit in time with the thrusting.

"I think..." Sam grunted. "I think it's time for the main event."

He helped the milker down onto her back, then climbed on top of her and lined his giant sperm spear up with the milker's sloppy wet box. As he pushed himself inside, he immediately knew it wouldn't take long before either of them started coming. He started thrusting in hard, then rolling his hips, stimulating every inch of her as he drew his cock back.

"FUCK!" She cried. "Fuck me Sam! I! neeeddddddd! tooooooooo! CUMMMMMMMM!"

Sam picked up the pace. He had no intention of "losing" this fuck — He had no idea what that mean, but he could feel, somehow, it was be possible. He needed to make her cum before he did.

He grunted as he threw everything he had into each thrust. Each mashing of their hips flung his heavy balls against her ass and made the milker's whole body quiver. The milker's moans grew more frequent. He grunted louder. He could feel himself clenching up. He pulled his cock all the way out of pussy and then stuff buried in entirely inside her before releasing blast after blast of hot spunk in her pussy.