Cum Inside Me if You Want

You lean in, one big hand still cupping the warm weight of Ellie’s breast, and close your mouth around her nipple. She gasps sharply, back arching as you suck hard—tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. Her dirt-blonde hair falls forward, brushing your forehead while her hips grind down harder against the thick ridge of your cock straining in your shorts.

“Fuck… yes,” she moans, voice breathy and needy. “That’s it. Suck harder. Jared’s never rough like this—he’s too gentle, too quick.” Her fingers thread into your peppered beard, tugging you closer as you switch to the other nipple, licking and pulling until it’s slick and flushed dark pink. You feel how much skinnier she is than Monica, how her ribs shift under your palms when she breathes, but those long legs clamp around your thighs with surprising strength.

Ellie reaches between you, her slim fingers working the waistband of your shorts down just enough to free your thick, heavy cock. It slaps up against her belly and she lets out a hungry little sound, wrapping her hand around as much of it as she can. “Jesus, you’re so much thicker than him. I can barely get my fingers around it.” She strokes you slowly, thumb smearing the bead of precum at the tip, eyes locked on yours with wicked heat. “I want this stretching me open. Right now.”

She doesn’t wait for permission. Rising up on her knees, Ellie yanks her tiny running shorts and panties to the side, revealing her smooth, already glistening pussy. She’s wetter than you expected—slick sounds filling the room as she rubs the fat head of your cock up and down her slit, teasing her clit with it. Then she sinks down.

The first inch makes her whimper. By the third she’s biting her lip, eyes fluttering half-closed. “So big… filling me up already.” Her walls clench hot and tight around you as she works herself lower, taking more with every roll of her hips until her ass finally meets your thighs. She’s taller than Monica, so the angle is different—deeper, tighter in a new way. Ellie leans forward, pressing her medium tits against your broad chest, and starts riding you with long, deliberate strokes that slap skin against skin.

“Tell me how much better this feels than fucking your short little wife,” she pants against your mouth, kissing you sloppily between words. Her tongue tastes faintly of mint and lust. “Tell me you love how skinny and tall I am on your cock. How my pussy’s gripping you like it never wants to let go.”

Her pace quickens, breasts bouncing with every drop, nipples still shiny from your mouth. The couch creaks under your combined weight, and you can feel her getting wetter, dripping down your balls as she chases her pleasure. One of her hands braces on your thick shoulder for leverage, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks.

“Cum inside me if you want,” she whispers, voice breaking into a moan. “Or flip me over and fuck me like the cheating slut I am before Monica gets home. Your choice, big guy… but make it quick. I need to feel you lose control.”

She clenches around you deliberately, grinning down at you with flushed cheeks and messy hair, waiting for your next move.