Kiss her

Ethan doesn't think. He just acts.

Rushing forward, he traps Layla's plush lips in a rough kiss, taking the woman by surprise. She lets out a muffled cry, her body tense, but it only lasts a moment before she loosens up and returns the kiss in kind.

Ethan feels a ravenous urge overtake him, his desires overwhelming. Roughly, he presses himself against the shapely woman's body, hunger to indulge it all of her curve. Layla matches his energy, her hands grasping at him, pulling him in tight. Ethan can feel both himself and Layla stiffen, their undrawn swords rubbing against each other.

Hands fumbling, they try to disrobe each other while keeping themselves lip locked, but after a moment break it up to quickly disrobe. Stepping out of her pants, her fat cock straining against her panties Layla gives Ethan a wanting look. "God I want you..."

Freed except from his boxers, Ethan returns the sentiment by diving back into her, losing himself in her sea of flesh. She lets out a moan as Ethan embraces her, her hands clutching to his back. Sharp nails drag along the hungry man's back, not hard enough to break the skin, but they'll definitely leave a mark. Ethan returns the favor by grasping Layla's fat ass tight, his fingers testing the plump, forgiving flesh.

Shivering at his touch, one of Layla's hands drops, grasping Ethan's own ass roughly. Her hand kneads into it, testing it much the same way her own is. Against his front, Ethan feels Layla's cock throb, and Ethan doesn't have to put his imagination to work very hard to figure out what she's thinking about.

Their yearnings demand relocation.

Putting his hands to task, he guides Layla, walking and steering the woman by her ass and hips. The curvaceous MILF moves without pause, clearly fine with Ethan setting the pace.

With a bit of strategic maneuvering, the pair make it upstairs to Layla's bedroom, barely breaking their lip lock even on the stairs. Now at the edge of the bed, Ethan pulls Layla off of him, gently pushing her down to a seated position.

"Hmmm," Layla licks her lips as Ethan takes a step backward, putting some distance between them. "Nice tent."

Quickly, he strips off his boxers, the last article of clothing on him, revealing his turgid mast. Sighing, steeling himself, he gives Layla as confident an instruction as he can muster. "Strip."

Smiling, Layla does as she's told, but takes her time. The bra comes off first, as she carefully reaches back and unclasps it, then holds it against herself as she carefully drags the loops off her slender shoulders. Ethan feels himself throb watching her, his already impossibly hard cock seemingly stiffening a bit more. Torturously, she pulls the thick fabric away from herself, revealing her massive chest in all its bouncing glory. The sight makes the air in Ethan's throat catch, and it captivates him so much he almost misses Layla reaching down towards her panties.

She slides them off just as slowly, and Ethan finds his caught breath deepening as he anticipates the incoming 'pop'.

And pop it does, as when the panties get low enough Layla's massive prick breaks free, standing up at attention. The thick cock looks even bigger than Ethan remembered, and he thinks it might be a visual trick made possible by Layla sitting. Taking a shaky breath, Ethan closes the distance to the seated woman, standing before her.

Slowly, Layla reaches forward, her long fingers wrapping around Ethan's manhood. Eyes fluttering, Ethan lets out a soft gasp as she strokes him, the pace set to tease more than please, which makes for a better warmup.

Not that he would need it, as Ethan feels hard enough to break bricks. Still, he savors Layla's touch for the moment, the woman obviously adept at stroking cock.

"Like that?" Her voice is honey-thick, her bright blue eyes looking up under heavy lids.

"Yeah," the word escapes Ethan's lips, but his desires are already demanding his next action.