"Yes?"
"So, Steve ... can we ... do it? Right now? Because it looks like you're ready ... and I know I'm ready."
I believed her. She was conspicuously bra-less and her nipples were hardening hugely and blatantly within her pullover.
"I'm ovulating," she pressed, "and I just want to get this done and get on with it."
"You want me to knock you up right now? For three thousand dollars?" I think I was saying it more to bring myself up to speed than for any conversation.
She looked back down at my cock and shook her head. "I'm sure of it ... !"
Her horniness was written all over her, and I couldn't resist. "Okay. Let's do it."
Aisha did not dally. She immediately shimmied her skirt down her generous thighs and kicked it away. Then in a breathtakingly rapid cross-armed motion she whisked her top right off, and her knockers positively bloomed to an even greater volume, or so it seemed to me. Her nipples and aureoles were purple against her golden skin.
I laid back on the bed as she straddled me, then knelt down. "Do you like to tit fuck, Steve?" I nodded, and she proceeded to do just that -- and then, without asking, immediately proceeded to slurp away on my cock head as it kept poking up through her deep soft cleavage. I guess she figured fellatio was some kind of universal language. "Your penis is awesome ... !" she breathed. "Do you feel ready now?"
I nodded again, this time with what had to be comical urgency. She crawled higher while hovering over me, her huge dangling baby-feeders filling my vision, and then she proceeded to sit her pussy back down over my cock. I saw her knit her eyebrows and clench her teeth in concentration, for the friction was stubbornly slow, due to her being rather tight and my being unusually thick, but at last she began to slide down inch after inch until she finally had most of me crammed up inside her vagina, and then she began to rock up and down.
"FUCK! Oh, you feel GOOD, you feel GOOD!" she sighed. I said nothing, but the feeling was totally mutual.
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