Something about your lunch?

Faye was atop you, straddling you, with your impossibly hard cock buried inside her completely. She started rolling her hips slowly as she placed her hands on your chest. Nearly every moment was enough for you to leat out a long, high pitched whine.

"Mmmm you know John, i always get what i want..."

For some reason her remark infuriates you. You see red and reach up to push her off you but she laughs and catches your arms easily. Instead of restraining you she places your hands on her massive and soft tits. You grasp them firmly and with another hard roll of her hips you quickly find yourself distracted again.

"That's it baby, just relax, let me fuck you like the magnificent stud you are..."

You grip her breasts again but in a way that makes her moan. In return she quickens her pace atop you. The sensation of her body stocking against your own body is divine.

She pulls on your arms, pulling you up. You place your hands on the bed and bend yourself upwards to kiss her. In response she wraps her arms tightly around your body, squishing her boobs to your chest.

"Did you.. like your lunch John?"

"Ahh.. fuck... what? My lunch?"

"Yeah.. did you.. mmm like it?"

She continued to roll her hips a little as she spoke. Then she leant down to your ear.

"I made it for you.. i added a little something to it.."

"haa... oh? What?"

Your driven near silly as Faye works you, and her.

"Mm hmmm... a little something to get you hard... and keep you hard... uhh! for hours..."

Even as you struggle to understand she **** you, Faye grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your face up roughly and kissed you savagely.

She pushed you back down hard onto the bed and started milking your cock.

"Now cum for me John, release it all into meeeee..."

You can tell she was struggling to hold it together, she really wanted your orgasm.

With your cock, now presumably impossibly hard for hours without reprieve, and trapped under her wonderful body and fast approaching your own titanic release, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, you can tip her over the edge first and regain some control.