The tower falls

The size of her made him work for every thrust. There was too much hip to hold, too much ass to drive against, too much tight wet heat swallowing him, and Randy had to throw himself into Prudence or the motion vanished inside her. Her pussy was slick and gripping, a hot clench that dragged along his cock each time he pulled back and then took him to the root again, so good it made his rhythm sloppy on the shifting cushions.

Deep moans spilled out of her, low and rich, with no attempt to pretty them, her towering body rocking on the back of the couch every time he bottomed out. “I can feel you,” Prudence said, breathless, looking back over her shoulder. “All of you. God, you are right up inside me. Don’t you dare stop. I want this. I want your baby. Put it in me.”

The warning was in his hands first, tightening on her hips, then in the way the thrusts went sloppy and deep, no longer paced, just buried as far as her body would let him go. She felt that and pushed back onto him, greedy, a thicker moan rolling out of her.

“Yes," Prudence moaned, "there. Give it to me. I can feel you swelling. Put that baby in me.”

Randy came in thick ropes, pulsing into that newly fertile heat while she clenched around him and took it, moaning as if she could feel every shot land, her pussy milking him through it, wet and tight, her towering frame shuddering on the back of the couch as the strength went out of her arms and she fell back onto him. All that new height and weight dropped into his chest, squashing him down into the cushions, red jacket and blonde hair and the heavy crush of her, his face in her shoulder, his cock still twitching inside her, one huge hand groping for his hip so he could not slip out.

“Good boy,” she whispered, wrecked and pleased, still full of him. “Stay right there. I can feel it in me.”

Still sheathed on Randy’s cock, Prudence twisted around on his lap until she was facing him, the turn dragging a wet sound out of both of them as she pulled him into her chest. “There now,” she murmured into his hair, his face going straight into the open red jacket and those heavy breasts. He pressed in himself, arms around as much of her as he could reach, face buried, in no hurry to be anywhere else.

“Stay." Prudence murmured, dremaily, "I can feel you in me.” The height of her covered him. Her arms locked around his back and she held him there, still buried in her, rocking him against her tits until she was satisfied he was not going anywhere, and he let her, because he did not want to either. “I want you to stay right there.”

They stayed like that, Prudence keeping him sheathed and gathered against her chest while Randy pressed in of his own accord, face in the open red jacket, breathing her perfume and the slow rise and fall of those heavy breasts until her hand on his back stopped stroking and her breathing went deep and even.

He waited, then tried to ease back and got nowhere. Even asleep she held him, and he had to wriggle for it, hips first with a wet slip that made her murmur without waking, then his shoulders out from under that crush, ducking free of her breasts until he could breathe. The cushions took him beside her, one of her hands still open where he had been.

Before he had found his feet they had him, Nicole there first, Savannah and Isabella hauling him up between them so his face came in at the stretch of Savannah’s grey crop and the warm press of Isabella’s pink bra.

“Well,” Savannah said, still holding him, looking from the sleeping woman to the mouth she had just pulled level with her chest.

A smirk touched Isabella’s mouth as her hip stayed against his. “You do have a type.”

The look Nicole gave ran from Prudence’s long blonde ponytail to the twins to Randy. “Blonde. Sexy. And apparently as many of them as you can get your hands on.”

That got a chuckle got out of him while he looked at the three of them properly, close enough to smell sex and perfume on all that blonde hair.

“That a problem?”

Savannah answered with her mouth, taking his face and kissing him, grey shirt and heavy tits flattening against his chest. Isabella was already laughing when she tugged him sideways by the shirt and stole the next kiss, hungrier, talking into it. “Not even a little.” Nicole did not wait her turn so much as finish it, tipping his chin up and crowding him with that navy sports bra until he had to breathe around her.

“See?” she murmured. “Not a problem.”