Pussy

After a moment's consideration, Ethan answers; "I want your pussy."

Layla smiles, letting out a small giggle. "Okay..." she shifts, putting a bit of distance between her body and Ethan's.

The parting doesn't last long, as Layla guides Ethan flat onto his back, climbing up easily with her hooked leg. Looking up at her Ethan lets out a deep sigh. Even in the low light of the room, she's jaw-dropping to look at, and from this position, Ethan can fully appreciate both her top and bottom endowments. As she adjusts her position, Ethan snaps to reality, realizing she's already angling for position.

The crown of his cock brushes against her womanhood, her warm, moist lips kissing against it. The sensation makes Ethan shudder, his cock throb and his mind go blank. He needs this. He needs her.

"Hnnn," Layla lets out a sharp gasp, her own needs apparent. "Don't be gentle..."

His mind recovers enough to realize that was an invitation. Grasping her wide, womanly hips Ethan braces himself, then moves his hips, taking her.

Layla lets out a gasp that makes Ethan's balls seize. Her cry is so euphoric and sinful, a professional pornstar would take note. Taking a second himself, Ethan composes himself, the feeling of her molten cunt around his sensitive shaft almost too much. Remembering what she said though, he knows he better get to work. Gritting his teeth, he starts moving his hips in earnest, driving himself up and pounding her pussy.

"O-OH, ETH-HA-HAA-HAN!" Layla's voice flutters, her head falling back. Her muscles clench, and her cunt becomes tight.

Wincing, the pressure almost breaking his pace, Ethan keeps fucking her, fighting through it. Despite the darkness of the room, Ethan can see her heavy tits bouncing, along with her fat cock below. Watching her makes his pumping blood and harsh breathing quicken. He should look away, to help last, but he can't, totally enthralled by the goddess on top of him.

And then, Layla starts to move.

Twisting her hips, her body moves in time with Ethan's, working his cock on every thrust. The motion makes Ethan's lower back arch. It almost feels like his spine is trying to escape through his cock, and given how hard he wants to cum already that could be the case.

"L-Layla..." he thinks about asking her to slow down or stop, but...

"Eth-an..." her voice is oozing desire. Need. Warmth trickles down onto Ethan's belly, her cock heavily leaking pre.

Gripping her tight, Ethan throws his best at her, hammering her with everything he has. She told him to not be gentle, and he's commited to making her desires true. His muscles scream. His cocks pulsates. He only has moments before either his body betrays him or his cock explodes. Ethan doesn't take either way, lost in the woman in front of him.

She shudders her back twisting, her long blond hair falling across her face and chest. Ethan almost whimpers, his view being stolen, but it quickly returns when her head falls back. Her cunt changes. The tightness different. He watches her body vibrate, and a moment later she lets out a broken scream.

Liquid fire, both from her cunt and cock, release. The former drenches Ethan's lap and balls, while the latter spurts all over his chest and belly. The feeling of it on his flushed skin makes Ethan shudder. Pumping his hips hard, not wanting to stop, he keeps fucking, riding her to and past his own climax.

Groaning, he comes undone, his own load filling Layla's sodden twat. While not as big as hers, or even containing any spines, it's still massive and intense, Ethan suddenly going light-headed. His hips don't stop, not for almost a full minute, delivering dozens more heavy thrusts into her cum stuffed pussy. Layla falls forward, her massive tits smearing the cum she left on Ethan's chest, her lips finding his in the dark.

When Ethan stops, he savors Layla for a few more seconds before breaking the lip lock, needing a proper breath.