Her Pussy

Ethan is done warming up.

Moving closer, he leans in and kisses Layla again, feeling her plush lips against his own. While the kiss on its own is not a clear indication of what Ethan desires, he quickly makes his intentions known. Reaching down low, curling his fingers under Layla's hefty sack, Ethan finds his sodden prize.

Layla shudders against Ethan when his fingers find her wetness, a small spasm in her muscles making her grip tighten. The pressure makes Ethan wince, but he quickly pushes through it, putting his fingers to work.

Gasping, Layla leans back, or maybe falls backward, pulling Ethan with her onto the bed. Off balance, with one hand quite busy, he doesn't quite catch himself properly, ending up half on top of the prone woman. Had she been averagely proportioned, it might have bothered her, but with her constitution, she easily soaked the impact. Even so, Ethan rolled off her slightly, a motion Layla followed. Both lay on their sides, lips locked while a hand fondles the other, bodies pressed tight together.

Face flushing, Ethan puts his other hand to work, reaching for a grabbing a fat tit. He'd always been a boob guy, and he wasn't about to let such an incredible set go unappreciated. When he grabs her chest, he feels her quiver, and down below her snatch grows noticeably warmer. Ethan feels himself ache, yearning to feel that warmth around his cock, and knows it's now time to act.

Layla beats him to it.

Pressing against him, she forces Ethan onto his back, then quickly repositions herself, straddling his waist. Her luscious thighs clench around Ethan's hips, and she pulls up off of his mouth with a wet smack. "Ummm, allow me, sweetie..." Still holding onto his cock, she adjusts its angle, shooing away Ethan's pussy-pleasing hand. "Let me take real good care of you."

Swallowing slightly, Ethan has no objections, the ache down below becoming unbearable. Slowly, Layla lowers her voluptuous hips.

Heaven wraps around Ethan, the warm embrace making his bones rattle. Gasping, he feels himself plunge deep into Layla's cunt, the lusty woman taking the whole of him in. A tit still in hand, he gives it a rough squeeze, his fingers suddenly doing their own thing. He looks down on instinct, thinking to see himself hilted inside. Instead, all he sees is a view of Layla's cock and balls, the former throbbing menacingly. Up above Layla lets out a deep breath, steadying herself.

Then, she starts to move. It starts slow, but only for a few twisting drags up and down Ethan's solid length before her pace picks up. The motion is practiced, her body understanding what it's doing as she expertly rides. Heather definitely didn't move like this, even though her cowgirl skills were quite effective. A tiny part of Ethan's brain wonders how much fucking she must have done to get this good at this, but the thought doesn't linger. Thinking about stuff like that isn't prudent at a time like this.

Biting her lip, Layla works harder, putting more **** into the motion of her hips. Each time she drops, her ass claps slightly against Ethan's thighs, but the more she does it the more substantial the contact becomes. Groaning slightly, Ethan's head falls back, waves of pleasure making his spine straighten. His free hand, fingers wet with pussy juices, grasps Layla's hip, sinking in slightly against her giving flesh. He futilely tries to guide her, but she doesn't need the help in the slightest. Still, she commends the effort with a fleeting smile.

Rolling her hips, she keeps working Ethan's prick, but her quickening breathing betrays her own stakes. Her form, while definitely learned to give the cock inside of her a good ride, also offers her quite a bit of stimulation. Against his lower belly, Ethan can feel her heavy balls tensing. Pulling his head up slightly, he catches sight of her cock, noting it looks even bigger than before. She's going to blow, and soon.

Ethan decides to help make that happen. Raising his hips slightly, straining his twitching muscles, he tries to offer her more of himself. Even if she can use a meager quarter inch more of him, it might be what she needs to get there. His own cock is on fire, the ache in his balls threatening. Trembling, he can feel himself getting painfully close, and he clenches his muscles tight trying to hold it in.

Layla's body jerks and she lets out a rising groan that heralds the end. Ethan can feel her cunt clench and throb around his length, and against his belly he feels her balls give out. The groan turns shrill, and a flash of white catches Ethan's eye. An impossibly heavy load spurts from the crown of her cock, most of it landing on herself, painting her white. Some of it does find its way down to Ethan, the hot, sticky jism feeling molten against his flushed skin. Shuddering, Ethan feels himself coming undone.

Balls churning, a heavy **** surges through his cunt hugged cock, bursting out so hard it flattens him against the bed. Throat hoarse, he lets out a groan of his own, although the difference between his and Layla's is substantial. His cock pumps her full of warmth, his load painting her insides the same as her outsides, although Ethan can tell his load is significantly smaller than hers. Even so, the thought doesn't bother him, the euphoric high of his orgasm keeping his mind occupied.

After a few moments, the rush fades, and Ethan's mind clears. Layla is still on top of him, straddling his waist, but she's no longer moving, instead just catching her breath. Since she did all the work, Ethan doesn't really blame her. He can feel himself softening, his cock well spent, and Ethan notes Layla is deflating as well, although much slower.

Before Ethan can dwell on that, Layla rolls off of him, coming to rest beside him on the bed. "Hmmm," she purrs, her voice honey thick. "I needed that..."

Sighing, Ethan offers a little shrug, not really sure what to say to that. "Happy to help."

Chuckling, Layla rolls over slightly, her plush, smiling lips gleaming. "Happy to have you." She kisses him, pressing her sweat-warmed body against him.

Eyes fluttering, Ethan returns the kiss.