Turn and present

Sure she isn't joking, Ethan quickly stands up, struggling out of Aaron's borrowed pants and underwear. Glancing over at Layla, he watches her drink deep from her cup, spurring him to drop back down into the couch, this time on his hands and knees.

"Hmmm," Layla sets down her cup, then smacks her lips. "Ahhhh, perfect." She pulls herself to her feet, stretching slightly. "I'm referring to your bussy, not the tea in this instance."

Ethan shudders, that word and the compliment making his face flush. Layla stalks closer, pulling down on her waistband, not enough to release herself, but enough to tease it.

"I think I'm a little backed up today," she muses, getting up behind Ethan. "Hope you don't mind a marathon."

Swallowing, Ethan isn't sure if he should respond or not. However, he does like the sound of- "UGH!" he gasps, Layla delivering a swift smack to his backside.

"Nice," she giggles, pulling down her waistband, letting out her already rock-hard girl cock. "Don't be shy, dear," she moves her hips forward, her fat cockhead pressing against Ethan's quivering hole. "Scream for me."

Ethan screams.

How could he not? She takes him quickly, sheathing herself into his tight pucker. Her burning cock throbs inside of him, waves of heat radiating through him. Eyes fluttering, Ethan tries to steady himself, but he can't, melting under the majesty of his mistress's impossible meat.

"Hnnn, that's it," Layla lets out a depraved sigh, "You did such a good job. I promise as long as you keep being such a good boy for me I'll make all your dreams come true..."

She moves her hips, pulling back then thrusting hard, her thighs connecting with Ethan's cheeks. He screams again. A howl of pleasure, with a tinge of pain. Exactly what they both want.

Layla fucks him, riding his ass hard, making sure every thrust slaps against his ass. Her heavy balls knock against Ethan's, her's much larger than his, winning the slap fight with ease. Wincing, moaning, trying to scream for his mistress, Ethan feels himself unravel. His cock aches, already set to blow, despite the fact they are only moments in and it hasn't been touched. But he remembers rules three, and grits his teeth: Don't cum without permission.

And yet he can't.

"PLEASE!" he begs, ****, "PLEASE MISTRESS LET ME CUM!"

Layla lets out a haughty laugh. "Already? My, my... What a little buttslut you are!" She sighs, thrusting away a few more times, securing her grip on her writhing toy. "You may cum. Since you've been such a good boy."

Ethan started on the word 'may', letting your a broken groan as his body convulses. A thick load, thicker than it has any right to be, bursts from him, spraying over god knows what. Ethan feels some of it land on him, but most of it... he can't even begin to think about. Instead, all he can compute are his throes of pleasure, and the huge cock still pounding his ass.

Not faltering in the slightest, Layla keeps going, her powerful hips bearing down on the quivering melted lump of a man she's using so vigorously. Ethan composes himself, slightly, given the circumstances, enough to consider the state of himself. Layla was the only thing holding him up, although not he's slightly able to support his weight again. His ass is loosening up as well, and Layla seems to be taking advantage of that, slowly adding more speed to her rhythm. He can also feel her cock inside of him throbbing faster, and in a way Ethan intimately understands.

Layla's breathing quickens, her ass-breaking pace starting to wear her down. Holding on tight, she shifts her hips slightly, as if trying to angle her cock a different way. The new motion makes Ethan shudder, her fat cockhead poking against a new part of his aching anus. A few thrusts later Layla lets out a deep, guttural moan, and Ethan feels her cock swell inside of him.

A load that puts Ethan's to shame erupts from her massive cock, spraying cum deep inside of his stretched-out hole. Wincing, Ethan finds the sensation to be slightly uncomfortable, the warmth of her jism tickling his guts. She delivers a few more thrusts before planting herself in deep, making sure she's well and properly in there to deliver her last few spurts.

Shaking her head and shoulders, Layla lets out a content sigh. "Well... That was a very good start." She draws back on her hips, extracting her still-hard cock from Ethan's ass with a wet squishing sound, the feeling sending shivers up Ethan's spine. "Turn around."

Panting, Ethan does as he's told trying not to flop over as he twists around on the couch. He ends up sitting, for his legs are truly uselsess, coming face-to-face with Layla's cum coated cock.

Smiling, Layla lifts up a leg, planting it on the couch beside him, bringing her massive meat closer. "Suck it clean."

Ethan swallows, feeling his mouth-watering.