Fuck Layla

Taking a deep breath, Ethan steadies his nerves. Mostly to try and make sure he won’t cum ten seconds in.

Hands on her shoulder, Ethan guides Layla backward, resisting the urge to just throw her onto her back. Now laying on the couch, the buxom blonde spreads her legs, revealing to Ethan for the first time her dripping wet snatch. The view is, however, obscured by her balls, which are definitely going to get in the way.

“Behind…” Layla’s voice is heavy. “If you fuck me from be-”

“No,” Ethan moves into the space between her thick legs, looking down at the beautiful woman. “I want to look at you.”

Somehow, Layla’s already flushed face turns even redder.

Reaching between her legs, Ethan cups and lifts, getting Layla’s sack out of the way for a moment. He’d never handled balls, other than his own, before, and the feeling of them in his hand was different. Shifting closer, he positions himself, easing Layla’s junk into a position he can work with. Heat radiates off from her womanhood, Ethan feeling it searing his cockhead. His cock throbs, aching to feel that heat around it. Inching forward, he presses himself against Layla’s sodden hole, attempting to try and take it slow.

He fails. The moment he feels her womanly embrace around the tip of his prick, instinct takes over, the whole of his manhood plunging in. Gasping, he finds himself encased in molten folds, Layla’s insides a furnace of fiery lust. She lets out a sharp gasp, her body trembling as she’s penetrated. She’s tight. Tighter than Ethan expected, and he slightly scolds himself for assuming her to be loose and broken in. Shifting his hips, he eases back slightly, getting ready to get to work.

He starts slowly, testing the waters. Breathing rough, he feels the effects of her tight cunt already, his cock throbbing. Carefully, he starts working at a pace, careful not to get too enthused. Looking down, he watches Layla soaking in the sight of her. Lusty and moaning, her expression only serves to enhance her already unnatural beauty, a tangle of blonde hair falling around her bewitching face. Her chest heaves, the woman’s breathing rapid, and along with the **** of Ethan’s thrusts her tits dance for him. Watching them makes him pump his hips harder, forcing her chest to really bounce. The added effort also makes her expression all the more enthralling, her plush lips struggling to form a plea.

“Fuck me, Ethan!” She pants, struggling to get out the next thought. “Fuck me harder!”

Sucking back a breath, Ethan tightens his muscles, putting more power into his thrusts. The results are instant. Layla moans the first time he drives himself into her with his added power, and his cock pulses in appreciation. Several heavy thrusts later Layla is moaning, the sounds coming out of her making the back of Ethan’s neck hot. The couch creeks below them, the old piece of furniture not built for the roughness up above. Straining slightly, Ethan can feel his stamina draining. He can’t keep this up, but knows he’ll cum soon if he keeps hammering her like this.

“My cock. Please.” Layla whines, her voice turning shrill.

Glancing down, Ethan looks at the massive slab of girldick, watching it bounce as he fucks her.

“Please, Ethan…”

The begging gets through, Ethan adjusting slightly, shifting his support to free up his right hand. Grasping her, he immediately feels in over his depth. It’s so much thicker than his it feels wrong in his hand, and the weight behind it gives him pause. But his lust-flooded brain doesn't let the concern linger, quickly forcing him to stroke.

Layla lets out a throaty sound, Ethan trying his best to please both her cock and cunt at once. The rhythm is off, both motions suffering. Struggling, he tries to keep his wrist’s motions consistent while still delivering couch-straining thrusts. The only thing staving off frustration is the sounds coming out from Layla, whorish cries that make his balls ache. He’s close, very close, and selfishly he chases his own pleasures.

Favoring his thrusting, he works harder, putting all of his power into his hips. While his hand still keeps beating her meat, the pace is sporadic, with little rhythm. If she minds, she isn't showing it, her body quivering, sweat beading on pale flesh. Licking his lips, Ethan can’t help but stare at her glistening tits, her stiff nipples just begging him…

Leaning down, Ethan doesn't know what he’s doing, his mouth finding nipple and latching on. Layla shudders as he traps it, but the sound she makes when he starts to suck it makes Ethan’s knees weak. The moan is powerful, a visceral cry that he didn't think possible. About to cum, unable to hold back, he forces himself deep inside, sheathing himself and quickly shifting his attention to sucking and stroking.

A thick surge blasts through him, an orgasm so heavy he nearly clamps his jaw shut, barely sparing Layla’s poor nipple, only giving it a bite. He groans into her fat tit, the sound muffled, tremors of pleasure rattling his bones. His balls empty into Layla’s molten cunt, an impossibly big load spurting out from his seared prick. Suddenly, his hand feels resistance, Layla’s throbbing cock nearly breaking his grip on it.

A second blast, this one putting Ethan’s to shame, erupts from the prone woman, a thick load spraying all over their pressed together bodies. Milking her, Ethan keeps his hand moving, Layla groaning as she sprays hot cum everywhere. Her climax lasts longer than Ethan’s, her body shaking, and Ethan only stops moving his hand until her cock stops twitching.’

“Ah…” Layla gasps, swallowing down a mouthful of air.

“That was…” Ethan pants, his body sore. “Holy fuck…”

A slender hand finds his hair, fingers gently caressing him. “You did amazingly.” Layla’s voice is heavy, but there are traces of soothing energy. “Rest for a minute. Take your time…”

Ethan lays there, catching his breath, waiting for the ache in his muscles to ease. His head is resting on Layla’s chest, using her as a giant pillow, as she strokes his head.

He could almost fall asleep, the position addictively comforting.