Of course she plays with Rick...how could she resist?

Eve’s big blue eyes stayed locked on the massive, throbbing cock jutting between them like a weapon. Eleven inches of thick, dark, upward-curving perfection—veins bulging like ropes, the fat head already leaking a thick bead of precum that slowly dripped down the shaft. It was so much bigger up close than that stolen shower glimpse years ago. Her new pussy clenched hard at the sight, a fresh gush of slick running down her inner thigh.

She paused.

Just a heartbeat. A tiny second of “Ethan” screaming in the back of her mind that this was insane, that Rick was her step-dad, that she should run.

But the new body—the rewired, cock-hungry PAWG body—won instantly.

Rick saw the hesitation and grinned, slow and predatory. “Don’t overthink it, shorty.” His huge hand closed around her tiny wrist, guiding her small, delicate fingers straight to the base of his monster. “Feel that.”

Her hand couldn’t even wrap halfway around the girth. She needed both—pale little palms stacking on top of each other just to circle him. The heat radiating off his cock was insane. The veins pulsed against her skin. She gave one experimental, slow stroke from base to head, and Rick let out a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated through her.

“Good girl… just like that. Nice and slow.”

Eve stroked him for long, filthy minutes, both hands working in rhythm, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke. Precum coated her fingers, making everything slippery and obscene. She watched, mesmerized, as the fat head flared bigger with every pump, the curve pointing right at her tits. Her hoodie tented at the nipples, pussy dripping steadily onto the kitchen tile now.

Rick’s hand slid into her platinum hair, not pulling yet—just holding. “Fuck, look at you. Tiny white hands barely fitting around a real man’s dick. Ethan ever make you do this? Nah… bet that little white boy’s never even seen a cock like mine.”

Eve whimpered, stroking faster now, lost in the power of it. Her thighs rubbed together for friction.

Rick’s voice dropped lower. “You’ve been staring at it long enough, baby girl. Time to put that pretty mouth to work. Get on your knees.”

Eve didn’t even think. She dropped instantly, the oversized hoodie riding up so her fat, heart-shaped ass popped out completely behind her—cheeks spreading slightly as she knelt, pussy lips glistening and puffy between thick thighs. The cold tile bit her knees, but she didn’t care.

Rick stepped forward, towering over her 5'2" frame like a god. The heavy cock slapped against her cheek with a wet thwack, leaving a streak of precum across her glossy lips.

“Open.”

She obeyed. Lips stretching wide around the fat head, tongue swirling the salty slit. She could only take the first four inches before her throat closed up—gagging instantly, eyes watering. But she didn’t pull back. She bobbed, slurping, spit already running down her chin in thick strings. Both hands kept stroking the remaining seven inches she couldn’t swallow. Rick’s hand tightened in her blonde hair, guiding her rhythm—slow, deep, letting her **** and recover before pushing a little further each time.

“Atta girl… suck that black cock. Look at those tears—fuckin’ beautiful. Ethan could never handle a throat like this.”

Eve moaned around him, the vibrations making Rick’s hips jerk. She hollowed her cheeks, sucked harder, tongue flattening along the underside. Drool poured down her chin, dripped onto her hoodie-covered tits. She was a messy, cock-drunk mess already and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

After ten minutes of sloppy worship, Rick pulled her off with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft.

“Up,” he growled. “Counter. Now.”

He lifted her like she weighed nothing—huge hands under her ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, jiggly flesh. The hoodie was shoved up to her neck in one motion, exposing everything. He set her on the edge of the kitchen counter, spread her thick thighs wide, and lined up.

The blunt head pressed against her tiny entrance.

“Gonna stretch this little white pussy wide open.”

One powerful thrust and the first six inches punched inside her. Eve screamed—high, broken, pure pleasure-pain. Her walls clamped down, fluttering wildly around the impossible girth. Rick didn’t stop. He kept pushing until all eleven inches were buried to the hilt, the fat head kissing her cervix. A visible bulge formed in her flat little stomach.

“Fuuuuck—too big—oh my God—” she babbled, legs shaking.

Rick started pounding. Hard. Deep. The counter creaked under them. Her fat ass clapped against the edge with every brutal thrust, cheeks rippling like waves. Tits bounced wildly under the bunched-up hoodie. He gripped her tiny waist with both hands, using her like a fucktoy.

First position—standing doggy over the counter. He flipped her around fast, bent her over, and slammed back in from behind. The new angle let him go even deeper. His heavy balls slapped her swollen clit with every stroke. Eve came instantly—squirting hard around his cock, juices spraying onto the tile, legs giving out. Rick held her up by the hips and kept railing her through it.

“First load’s not going in your mouth, baby. Gonna fill this womb.”

He pulled out, spun her again, and carried her to the kitchen table like she was a ragdoll. Laid her on her back, hooked her short legs over his massive shoulders, and folded her in half. The second position—deep missionary. He drove down into her with long, grinding strokes, the curve of his cock hammering her G-spot relentlessly. Eve’s eyes rolled back. Another orgasm ripped through her, pussy gushing again, nails digging into his dark biceps.

“Rick—please—don’t stop—fuck me—!”Third position he dropped her to the floor, flipped her onto her stomach, and mounted her completely. Prone bone. His 230 pounds of muscle pinned her tiny body down, hips slamming into her fat ass so hard the cheeks rippled nonstop. One hand reached under to rub her clit while the other wrapped around her throat—gentle but possessive. He fucked her into the cold tile, her tits squished flat, blonde hair everywhere.

“You’re mine now,” he growled against her ear. “This perfect PAWG ass, this tight pussy—built for black cock. Ethan could never. Never.”

Eve came a third time—shaking, sobbing, squirting so hard it soaked his balls and her own belly.

Rick’s rhythm finally broke. His cock swelled even thicker inside her. “Gonna breed you, baby girl. Take every drop.”

He buried himself to the root one last time and exploded.

The first rope was so thick and hot Eve felt it blast straight into her womb. Rope after rope—eight, nine, ten massive pulses—flooding her completely. Her belly swelled slightly from the sheer volume. Cum **** its way back out around his shaft, leaking in thick white rivers down her thighs and pooling under her ass.

Rick stayed buried deep, grinding slow circles, milking every last spurt while Eve twitched and whimpered beneath him, completely wrecked.

Finally he pulled out with a wet, obscene schlorp. A huge glob of cum poured from her gaping, ruined pussy.

He looked down at the tiny blonde mess on his kitchen floor—hoodie ruined, hair wild, ass still jiggling, cum bubbling out of her—and smirked.

“Round two in the shower, shorty?”

Eve could only moan, already hungry for more.