The Smiths

Joseph’s cock throbbed inside Anne as their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, his thick load still pulsing deep into her swollen pussy. “Fuck, baby,” Anne panted, arching her back to keep him buried inside her as his final spurts filled her. “You really want to swap with the Smiths?” Joseph groaned, rolling his hips lazily to milk the last of his orgasm. “Yeah… yeah, I do.

Joseph’s cock twitched inside Anne as she mentioned the Smiths, his thick shaft still buried to the hilt in her slick, cum-filled pussy.

"Marcus and Tanya?" Anne gasped, grinding her curvy ass back against him, milking his softening length as his warm seed trickled down her thighs. "You’ve been thinking about them?"

Joseph’s hands gripped her wide hips, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he gave one last slow thrust. "Yeah," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "I see how Marcus looks at you when you bend over in those tight jeans?

Anne shuddered as Joseph’s cock twitched inside her, still thick and half-hard, his cum leaking out around the edges. She bit her lip, arching her back to press her ass harder against him. "Mmm, and you want to try Marcus’s black cock, don’t you?" He purred, reaching back to squeeze Joseph’s thigh.

Anne moaned as Joseph’s cock twitched inside her, still throbbing from his last orgasm. She arched her back, pressing her thick ass harder against him as his cum dripped down her thighs.

"Oh, fuck…" she gasped, rolling her hips in slow circles to keep him hard. "I see the way you stare at Tanya’s fat ass when she bends over—how you lick your lips when her huge tits bounce in that tight tank top."

Joseph groaned, his hands gripping her wide hips tighter as his shaft stiffened again inside her slick heat. "You want me to admit it?" he growled, grinding deeper. "Fine. I want to bury my cock in Tanya's tight black pussy while you ride Marcus's thick length. But how the hell do we make it happen?"

Anne moaned as his cock slipped from, her pussy still dripping with his last load. She arched back against him, her round ass pressing flush against his pelvis. "Mmm, we could invite them over for drinks," she panted, reaching behind to claw at his thighs. "Get them nice and tipsy... let things get handsy."

Joseph’s hands slid up Anne’s sweat-slicked sides, his thick fingers tracing the curves of her ribcage before palming her heavy 44DD tits as she arched against him. “Fuck yes, baby,” he growled against her neck, his cock twitching against her cum-stuffed pussy. “Let’s call them right now—tell them to come over for margaritas.” Anne whimpered as his calloused thumbs circled her stiff nipples, her swollen inner walls fluttering from being empty. “Mmm, you wanna see Marcus bend me over this bed, don’t you?” she panted, grinding her thick ass in slow circles.

Joseph’s hands tightened on Anne’s hips as she ground her thick ass against him, his sensitive cock harder with her sticky warmth. "Fuck yes," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I want to see Tanya’s big tits bouncing while she rides me—want to watch those chocolate nipples getting hard in my mouth."

Anne moaned, reaching back to claw at his thigh as his cock throbbed against her, still pulsing with the aftershocks of his last orgasm. "Call them," she panted, her swollen pussy clenching around him. "Right fucking now—before you change your mind."

Anne’s trembling fingers reached for the phone on the nightstand, her thick thighs still spread wide with Joseph’s softening cock nestled deep inside her. She could feel his hot cum leaking around the edges as she scrolled through contacts with sticky fingertips, her swollen nipples brushing against the cool screen. Joseph’s calloused hands kneaded her heavy tits from behind, his thick shaft twitching back to life inside her well-used pussy as she hit the call button.

The line rang twice before Tanya’s throaty laugh filled the room. “Girl, why you callin’ so late?” Tanya purred, the clink of ice cubes in her glass audible through the speaker.

Anne’s breath hitched as Tanya’s voice curled through the speaker, her empty pussy pushing against Joseph’s softening cock. "We were just thinking," she purred, arching her back to press her sweat-slicked ass harder against him, "you and Marcus should come over tomorrow night for margaritas." Joseph’s hands slid possessively up her sides, his calloused thumbs circling her stiff nipples as his hips gave a slow, deliberate roll—forcing another thick dribble of cum to seep from her stretched entrance.

Tanya’s low chuckle vibrated through the phone, the sound of ice clinking again as she took a slow sip.

Anne’s breath hitched as Tanya’s deep, velvety voice curled through the speaker. "Why sure, honey, me and Marcus would love to come over for drinks." The moment the words left Tanya’s lips, Joseph’s half-hard cock twitched back to full stiffness inside Anne’s sticky heat, his thick shaft pulsing as fresh pre-cum mixed with the remnants of his last load.

Anne moaned, rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles—each movement squeezing another thick droplet of Joseph’s seed from her stretched pussy. Her fingers dug into his thigh, nails leaving crescent marks as she arched her back, pressing her sweat-slicked ass flush against his pelvis.

Anne’s breath hitched as she ended the call, her swollen lips curling into a wicked smile. Joseph’s hands slid possessively up her sweat-slicked belly, his thick fingers tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“They’re coming,” she gasped, arching back against him, her thick ass pressing flush against his pelvis as his cock—still wet with their mixed fluids—twitched back to full hardness inside her.

Joseph’s hands slid roughly up Anne’s sweat-slicked thighs, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her back onto his throbbing cock with a wet slap. “Goddamn, thinking about Tanya’s fat ass has me harder than before,” he growled, his hips pistoning in short, brutal strokes that forced another gush of his earlier load from her stretched pussy.

Anne whimpered, her nails scraping the sheets as she arched her back, her swollen lips gripping him tighter with every thrust. “F-fuck, Joseph—imagine Marcus spreading me open while you watch,” she moaned, her thick ass jiggling with each snap of his hips.

Anne’s thighs trembled as Joseph’s thrusts turned jagged and desperate, his swollen cockhead dragging against her oversensitive walls. “That’s it—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” he snarled, his balls slapping against her dripping slit with wet, filthy smacks. Her pussy clenched in rippling waves around him, milking his shaft as her orgasm tore through her with a broken scream. Joseph’s grip turned brutal on her hips, yanking her down as his cock pulsed violently—thick ropes of cum flooding her stretched channel all over again, hot spurts mixing with the slick mess already leaking down her thighs.

Joseph’s breath was hot against Anne’s neck as he dragged his teeth along her damp skin, his cock still buried deep inside her twitching cunt. “You think Marcus will be able to resist this tight little pussy once he sees how fucking wet you get?” he growled, grinding his hips in slow, filthy circles that made her gasp.

Anne’s fingers dug into Joseph’s thigh as his cock twitched inside her, still thick and heavy from his last release. “Viagra,” she panted, her voice dripping with wicked promise. “We’ll crush it into their drinks—just enough to make them desperate.” Joseph groaned, grinding deeper, his shaft slick with her arousal as another thick pulse of pre-cum leaked from his tip. “Fuck, yes,” he growled, biting her shoulder. “Imagine Tanya’s tits bouncing while she rides me, her cunt dripping because she can’t help it.” Anne whimpered, her pussy clenching around him at the thought, her own slickness coating his thighs as she rocked back.

It was the next evening the doorbell chimed, its cheerful ring slicing through the thick tension in the air. Anne’s breath caught as she heard the doorbell.

Joseph’s cock strained against his jeans from the thought of there little plan for tonight as he moved toward the door, the ache almost unbearable. Through the peephole, he saw Tanya’s smirking lips, glossy with wine-dark lipstick, and Marcus’s broad frame looming behind her, his thick fingers already loosening his collar.

Joseph’s fingers trembled slightly as he turned the deadbolt, the metallic click drowned out by the rush of blood in his ears. The door swung open to reveal Tanya’s smirking lips—now glistening with fresh saliva—as she dragged her teeth over the plump lower one. Behind her, Marcus’s knuckles grazed the small of her back possessively, the fabric of her dress stretching taut over her ass as she leaned into his touch.

“Hope you brought your thirst,” Joseph growled, stepping aside as the scent of Tanya’s perfume—something dark and spiced—wrapped around him. His cock jerked against his zipper when she brushed past, her hip deliberately grazing his.

Anne’s fingers trembled slightly as she curled them around the chilled margarita pitcher, the condensation slick against her skin. The air between the four of them was thick with tension, charged with every lingering glance and accidental brush of skin. She caught Joseph’s dark, knowing gaze from across the room—his lips quirking in that smirk that always unraveled her—and the subtle dip of his chin was all the confirmation she needed.