The first Spark

Rachel’s cheek pressed hard into the table, her breath catching in short, ragged bursts. Her body trembled, caught between pleasure and torment, as Liam’s cock slammed into her over and over, reckless and fast. Her wide, full ass shook with every thrust, the dimples of cellulite rippling as he pounded her relentlessly. She could barely think—her body quaked under his grip, completely at his mercy.

“Shit, Rachel…” Liam gasped, his hands clutching her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He moved like he was running out of time, thrusting harder, faster, losing control with every second. His cock stretched her, filling her, each motion rougher than the last. His breath hitched, his voice shaking with desperation. “Fuck…”

Rachel moaned, her voice broken, her words lost to the intensity. Her heavy breasts dragged against the table, swaying wildly beneath her, their weight pulling her down as she struggled to keep herself together. She was close to breaking, her mind reeling, her thighs shaking as her body rocked with the **** of his thrusts.

“Liam…” She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She wasn’t ready, couldn’t keep up with him. He was relentless, his cock pulsing inside her, driving her toward the edge faster than she could handle. Her body shook, sweat glistening on her skin as she gasped for air.

His movements were erratic, ****. He gripped her harder, pulling her back into him with frantic, uncontrolled thrusts. “I… I can’t… you feel so fucking good,” he muttered, voice trembling, his body moving faster than his mind could keep up with. He wasn’t in control anymore—just a kid chasing pleasure with no idea how to slow down.

Rachel’s body shuddered, her breasts bouncing heavily, nipples brushing against the table as she tried to hold herself up. She was overwhelmed, the pressure building, pushing her to the brink. Her ass, full and round, bounced with every thrust, the stretch marks on her skin visible in the dim light of the studio.

She moaned again, louder this time, her body shaking as Liam drove into her. “Oh god… Liam… slow… down…” she begged, barely able to get the words out. But he wasn’t listening—couldn’t listen. His cock twitched inside her, hips slamming into her faster, harder. He was lost, wild, his breath ragged as he fought to keep control.

Rachel’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the table, her legs trembling beneath her. She could feel the heat building, the tension growing between them. She was close—too close—but she wasn’t there yet. Neither was he. “Liam… oh god…” she gasped, her voice shaking as her body teetered on the edge.

His rhythm faltered, just for a second, his cock buried deep inside her. He was panting, trying to hold back, his body trembling as he fought to keep control. His hands shook as he gripped her hips, sweat dripping down his back. “Fuck, I’m… I’m gonna…” His voice cracked, his body tense, but he wasn’t ready to finish.

Rachel’s body quaked, her mind a blur, heart racing as they hung on the edge together. Her thighs quivered, her breath shaky as she braced for what was coming. But not yet.

Liam’s breath came in sharp gasps, his thrusts wild and uncontrolled. He leaned over her, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her, but then suddenly, he slowed, pulling her close, his lips just above her ear. “Fuck, Rachel… your tits. I’ve wanted to fuck them since I first saw you in the café.” Rachel’s breath hitched, her body shuddering. His words hit hard—blunt, degrading—but the arousal spiked through her, making her moan softly. “Oh god…” she whispered, trembling as the heat between them built.

Rachel, still gasping from the relentless pounding, barely had time to process his words before he yanked his cock out of her ass with a loud, wet pop. Her body shook, trembling from the sudden emptiness, but Liam was already moving. His hand tangled in her hair, jerking her up roughly as he **** her upright.

Before she could find her footing, Liam’s free arm swept across the desk in one quick motion, sending scattered papers, fabric swatches, and utensils crashing to the floor. The chaos barely registered in his mind as he lifted Rachel by the hair, guiding her toward the now-cleared surface.

With a firm push, he shoved her back onto the desk, her body arching as she landed hard, her tits spilling out to the sides as she gasped for breath. Her legs dangled off the edge, her heavy breasts swaying as she struggled to steady herself. She felt the cold of the desk beneath her skin, but all she could do was catch her breath, knowing what was coming next.

Liam climbed on top of her, positioning himself above her belly, his cock still rock-hard, throbbing with need. His hands moved with purpose, no hesitation, as he grabbed each of her heavy breasts, pulling them roughly out from where they had settled against her sides. “Goddamn, these udders…” he muttered, more to himself, his blue eyes wide with lust as he squeezed the soft flesh.

Rachel froze for a second, the word "udders" hitting her like a slap, but seeing the pure hunger in his eyes, the sting quickly turned into heat. He was completely lost in her, and that made her body respond, a soft moan slipping from her lips despite herself.

He slammed them together, the **** making her gasp as her tits mashed against his cock, enveloping him completely. “This feels so ... ugh,” he grunted, his cock twitching as it settled between the warm folds of her breasts. He pulled them tight, her veiny skin giving under the pressure as he positioned himself just right.

Rachel barely had time to react before Liam began thrusting. His hips jerked forward, and his cock slid through the tight tunnel of her tits, each thrust sending a jolt through her body. He held her breasts firmly, squeezing them together, his cock disappearing and reappearing between them with each hard, fast movement.

“Look at this,” Liam groaned, his voice rough, almost possessive. “so fucking big… I’ve been dying to get between them since the moment I saw you.” His grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more frantic as his cock slicked up with precum, making the motion even smoother, faster.

Rachel’s head fell back, her breath ragged, her body quaking beneath him. Her tits felt crushed in his grip, the pressure almost unbearable as he fucked her hard, the weight of him pressing down on her. She couldn’t form words—her mouth opened, but only gasps and broken moans came out as her body responded to his domination.

Liam’s hands clenched around her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, his cock sliding between them like it was made for this. “These tits… fuck… they’re perfect,” he muttered, thrusting faster, harder. His hips moved in a blur, the heat between them growing as his body shook with the **** of it.

Rachel’s legs twitched, her hands gripping the edges of the desk as her back arched, the wood creaking beneath them. She could feel the strain in Liam, the tension in his body as he pounded into her chest, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Her breasts, crushed tight around his cock, bounced slightly with each hard thrust, her nipples brushing the edges of his palms.

“Fuck, Rachel…,” Liam gasped, his pace frantic, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of the valley of her breasts. He was completely fixated, his entire body driven by the need to fuck her tits, to bury himself deeper between them.

Rachel straddled Liam on the wooden floor, her thick, curvy thighs trembling as she rode him, her full weight pressing down on his lean frame. She was big and full, her wide hips and heavy breasts bouncing with every **** thrust. Liam’s hands clung to her hips, his thin fingers digging into her soft flesh.

He seemed lost underneath her, lean and delicate, his body trembling beneath her as she moved. His eyes were wide, his breath ragged, every muscle in his chest tightening as her voluptuous body absorbed him. Rachel’s mind was blank, overtaken by the raw need between them. Her skin glistened with sweat, her stretch marks catching the dim light as she rocked back and forth, lost in the rhythm.

Liam groaned, his mouth open in a silent gasp, barely able to keep up with the **** of her movements. “Fuck… I can’t—” he gasped, his voice cracking, his cock twitching inside her as he tried to hold back. But Rachel pushed harder, her body tensing as she felt the climax building between them, her breath coming in short bursts.

With a final thrust, they both tumbled over the edge. Rachel let out a loud moan, her nails digging into Liam’s chest as her body convulsed. Her thighs clenched around him as she came, her weight pinning him to the creaking floor. Liam’s cock pulsed inside her, spilling hot and thick as he followed her.

Rachel collapsed onto him, her big breasts pressed against his chest, both of them gasping for air. His semi-soft cock slowly slid out of her, still impressively big. Her weight felt like a soft, warm blanket on him.

After a moment, she rolled off him, lying gasping beside him on the hard floor. Her large breasts, now wide as pancakes slid into her armpits as she settled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, both of them silent, their breaths still heavy. The room was a mess—clothes scattered, papers strewn across the floor—but neither of them cared.

Liam’s skinny arm brushed against hers, both of them staring up at the ceiling, the weight of what just happened starting to sink in. Rachel’s mind began to clear, the haze of pleasure fading as she slowly realized what they’d done. Her body still trembled slightly, her breath finally slowing as she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Liam’s mouth twitch into a sheepish smile. She couldn’t help it—her own lips curled up in response, the corners of her mouth lifting into a soft, embarrassed grin. Neither of them spoke, but the shared smile said enough. They stared at the ceiling, side by side, both wondering what came next but, in that moment, too spent to care.