11-10-2026, 08:21 PM
The photographer slowly pulled his mouth from mine. The filthy taste of tobacco and sweat still coated my lips. He slid his hands under my arms and lifted me onto the edge of the sturdy photo table. The wooden surface was cool against the backs of my thighs and my ass. He did not take off my white petticoat. He only gathered the fabric in both hands and pushed it upward until it bunched and twisted around my waist, leaving my naked pussy and the cleft of my ass fully exposed to the studio lights.
He stepped between my legs and placed his rough hands on my thick thighs, spreading them wide. My pussy was swollen, the lips parted and shining with thick wetness. He stared for a moment, then sank down.
“So wet already,” he said, voice low.
His tongue came out and licked in one long, slow stroke from the very bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit. My whole body jerked.
“Ahh…” I moaned, the sound escaping before I could stop it. “No…”
He licked again, flatter and firmer, dragging through the wetness.
“Mmmh… no…” My hips shifted on the table. “Please…”
He pressed his tongue inside my pussy and began to fuck me with it, slow deep thrusts that made wet sounds. His thumbs held the lips of my pussy open so he could go deeper.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, thighs trembling. “No… don’t…”
He groaned against me, the vibration traveling straight into my clit, and sucked the swollen bud once, hard.
“You taste perfect,” he muttered, then sealed his mouth back over my pussy and kept licking and tongue-fucking me without pause.
My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly above the bunched petticoat, dark nipples stiff and aching. Soft, helpless moans kept leaving my mouth while he stayed between my spread thighs and ate my pussy thoroughly, clearly loving every lick and every sound I made.
He kept his mouth sealed to my pussy for several more slow licks, tongue sliding deep, then pulled back just enough to breathe. His hands slid from my thick thighs down to the curve of my ass and spread me wider on the table. Without warning his tongue dragged lower, leaving my pussy, and licked slowly, wetly, right over my asshole.
“Ahh!” I moaned, the sound sharp. My hips tried to jerk away. “No… not there…”
He licked my asshole again, firmer, the flat of his tongue circling the tight ring. The strange, intense feeling made my pussy clench hard. Wetness dripped downward.
“Mmmh… ahh… no…”
He pressed his lips fully against my asshole and kissed it, once, deep and deliberate. Then he licked upward in one long stroke, back into my pussy, sucking my clit briefly before returning to lick and kiss my asshole again.
“Please… ahh… don’t…” I whispered, but my thighs stayed open and another moan broke free as his tongue pushed lightly against the tight entrance. He groaned, enjoying it, and kept moving between my pussy and my asshole, licking and kissing both while I lay on the table, petticoat bunched at my waist, moaning helplessly.
He settled into a steady rhythm between my legs. His tongue pushed deep into my pussy, fucking me slowly, then slid all the way down to lick my asshole in firm, wet circles. He kissed my asshole, lips pressed tight, tongue flicking, before dragging back up to suck my clit. Over and over.
“Ahh… mmmh…” I moaned, the sound continuous now. My hips rocked on the table without my permission. “No… ahh… please…”
Every time his tongue returned to my asshole I moaned louder. The filthy pleasure made my pussy gush. He groaned against me, clearly loving the way I reacted, saliva and my wetness coating his mouth and chin. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, holding me open so he could reach everything.
“You love this,” he muttered between licks, then sealed his mouth over my asshole again and kissed it deeply while two fingers slid into my soaked pussy.
“Mmmh… no… ahh… I don’t…” I gasped, but my body pushed back toward his mouth. He kept alternating, licking and kissing my asshole, then devouring my pussy, drawing moan after moan from me while my white petticoat stayed bunched at my waist and my heavy breasts heaved with every shaky breath.
He pulled his mouth away from my pussy and used both hands to spread my ass cheeks wider under the bunched white petticoat. He stared for a second, then lowered his face and began licking my asshole steadily, no longer alternating. His tongue moved in firm, wet strokes, circling, pressing, flattening against the tight ring.
“Ahh… mmmh… no…” I moaned, the sound broken and constant. My thighs shook. “Please… ahh…”
He kissed my asshole deeply, lips sealed around it, then pushed his tongue against the entrance until it slipped inside a little. The stretch and the wet heat made me cry out.
“Ahhh… no… mmmh…”
He tongue-fucked my asshole slowly while his thumb rubbed circles on my clit. Pleasure spiked hard and filthy. My pussy dripped freely onto the table and his hand. He groaned, loving it, and kept licking and kissing my asshole, tongue working in and out, while I lay there moaning without control, heavy breasts rising fast, completely at the mercy of his mouth.
He dragged his tongue slowly upward from my asshole, leaving it wet and sensitive, and sealed his mouth fully over my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth hard, almost pulling, while two thick fingers pushed deep into my soaked pussy and started fucking me with steady, firm strokes. His thumb remained pressed against my asshole, rubbing the slick, tightened ring in small, relentless circles.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, the sounds spilling out higher and faster. My hips began to buck against his face without control. “No… I’m… ahh… please…”
Every suck on my clit sent sharp sparks through me. His fingers curled inside my pussy, stroking the sensitive spot while his thumb kept working my asshole. The filthy mix of sensations coiled tight and hot low in my belly, then flared brighter. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers. My asshole fluttered and tightened under his thumb. Wetness poured out of me, coating his hand and chin.
He groaned against my clit, the vibration making me jerk, and sucked even harder, tongue flicking rapidly over the swollen bud.
“Cum for me,” he said, voice muffled and rough against my pussy, then sealed his mouth back down and sucked again.
“I’m… ahh… I’m cumming…” I gasped, voice breaking. My thighs clamped around his head. My heavy breasts heaved. “Ahhh… mmmh… ahhh…”
The orgasm crashed into me. My whole body locked tight on the table, white petticoat bunched at my waist, as the pleasure exploded.
The orgasm tore through me on the table. My pussy spasmed hard around his fingers, clenching and releasing in sharp waves. A rush of wetness gushed out, flooding his mouth and chin as he kept his lips sealed over my clit and licked through every pulse. My thighs shook violently around his head. My back arched off the wood. My heavy breasts bounced with the force of it, dark nipples stiff and aching.
“Ahhh… mmmh… ahhh… I’m cumming…” I cried out, voice broken and loud. “Ahh… no… ahhh…”
He groaned hungrily against my pussy and drank everything, tongue lapping the slick that poured from me, some of it running down to my asshole where his thumb still pressed. He did not stop. He sucked and licked me through the entire climax, drawing it out until my moans turned into shaky whimpers and my body finally began to slump.
When the last tremors eased he lifted his mouth, face wet with me, and looked up between my spread thighs. My white petticoat was twisted and bunched at my waist. My pussy was swollen, glistening, still fluttering. I lay panting, heavy breasts rising and falling fast, completely spent for the moment yet already feeling the heat begin to build again under his stare.
He rose slowly from between my thighs. His face and chin shone with my wetness. He wrapped one hand around his hard cock and stroked it once, spreading the slick from my pussy along the length. He stayed standing between my spread legs on the edge of the table. My white petticoat stayed bunched and twisted at my waist, leaving me naked from the hips down.
He guided the head of his cock to the soaked, swollen lips of my pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock slowly up and down the slit, coating his cock in my wetness, pressing just enough to part the lips of my pussy.
“Ready for more?” he asked, voice rough and low.
“No…” I whispered. My body was still trembling from the orgasm. “Ahh…”
He pushed forward anyway. The head of his cock stretched the lips of my pussy wide. Then his cock slid inside in one long, steady, deep thrust until he was buried completely. I gasped, back arching off the table.
“Ahhh… mmmh… so deep… ahh…”
He held still for a long moment, his cock throbbing inside my pussy, his hands gripping my wide hips firmly under the bunched petticoat. Then he began to move. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, the head of his cock tugging at my entrance, then drove his cock back in hard. Wet sounds filled the studio with every stroke. My heavy breasts swayed and bounced above the petticoat, dark nipples stiff. He watched my heavy breasts move, then leaned down and sucked one dark nipple into his mouth while his hips kept thrusting, his cock fucking me in deep, steady strokes. He took his pleasure thoroughly, groaning against my heavy breast, enjoying the tight, wet heat of my pussy around his cock on the table.
He stayed buried deep for one more heartbeat, then began to thrust harder. His cock pulled almost all the way out until only the head of his cock remained inside the lips of my pussy, then drove back in fully, the head of his cock striking deep. My white petticoat stayed bunched and twisted at my waist, the fabric shifting and rustling with every movement of his hips. Wet, slick sounds grew louder each time his cock slid into my pussy.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, the sounds breaking out of me. My hands gripped the edge of the table until my fingers ached. “No… ahh… slower… please…”
He did not slow. He fucked me in steady, powerful strokes, his hips slamming against my thick thighs, his cock stretching the lips of my pussy and filling me completely again and again. He lifted his mouth from my dark nipple. His eyes locked on my heavy breasts as they bounced and swayed with every thrust, dark nipples stiff and shining.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, voice rough. “So tight around my cock. So wet.”
His hands gripped my wide hips harder beneath the bunched petticoat, holding me in place. He angled his hips and thrust his cock even deeper, grinding at the end of each stroke. Sharp pleasure sparked inside me despite my whispers. My pussy clenched helplessly around his cock. Fresh wetness coated the length of his cock and dripped onto the table. He kept fucking me without pause, taking his pleasure thoroughly, the wooden table creaking under the force, my moans mixing with the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of my pussy under the hot studio lights.
He pulled his cock out slowly. The head of his cock dragged against the swollen, sensitive lips of my pussy, leaving me suddenly empty. Thick wetness coated the length of his cock and dripped onto the wooden table. He placed both hands on my wide hips and turned me over onto my stomach. Then he pulled my hips up until I was on my hands and knees on the table. My white petticoat stayed on, flipped high over my ass, fully exposing my pussy and my asshole from behind.
He stepped in close behind me. The head of his cock rubbed slowly up and down the soaked lips of my pussy.
“Stay like this,” he said, voice rough.
“No…” I whispered, arms trembling. “Ahh…”
He pushed forward. The head of his cock stretched me and his cock slid deep inside in one long thrust. I moaned as his cock filled my pussy completely from behind.
“Ahh… mmmh… so deep…”
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take my cock.”
He grabbed my wide hips hard under the flipped petticoat and began to fuck me. His cock drove in and out in deep, steady strokes, the head of his cock hitting far inside each time. Wet sounds grew louder. One of his hands slid up my back while the other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place. He watched his cock disappear into my pussy again and again, taking his pleasure thoroughly. My heavy breasts hung and swayed beneath me with every thrust, dark nipples stiff, while he kept pounding, groaning each time his cock sank fully into my soaked pussy.
He grabbed my wide hips tighter, fingers digging in under the flipped white petticoat, and began to thrust harder. His cock pulled almost all the way out until only the head of his cock remained inside the lips of my pussy, then slammed forward, driving his cock deep again and again. The head of his cock struck far inside me with every powerful stroke. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, the fabric rustling and shifting with the force. Wet, slick sounds grew louder and more obscene each time his cock plunged into my pussy.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh… no…” I moaned, my arms shaking as I struggled to hold myself up on the table. “Too… ahh… deep… mmmh…”
“You can take it,” he groaned, voice thick. “Your pussy feels so good around my cock. So tight and wet.”
One of his hands left my hip and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back deeper. His other hand stayed locked on my hip, holding me steady while he fucked me. My heavy breasts swung and bounced freely beneath me, dark nipples stiff, aching, and pointing toward the table. He kept pounding without pause, taking his pleasure thoroughly, his cock stretching the lips of my pussy and filling me completely with every hard thrust. The wooden table creaked under us. My moans spilled out helplessly while he drove his cock into my soaked pussy again and again, enjoying every second of using me from behind.
He kept one hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and the other hand grabbing my wide hip under the flipped petticoat. He used both grips to pull me backward onto his cock with every thrust. His cock drove deeper and harder, the head of his cock striking the deepest part of my pussy again and again. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, rustling with the force. The wet, slick sounds of his cock plunging into my pussy were constant and loud.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, my voice shaking and breaking. My arms trembled, nearly giving out beneath me. “No… ahh… please… mmmh…”
“Take it,” he groaned, breath rough. “Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight. So perfect.”
He tugged my hair a little harder, forcing my back to arch deeper, and fucked me in long, powerful strokes. His cock pulled almost out, then slammed all the way back in. My heavy breasts swung wildly beneath me, dark nipples stiff and brushing the cool air with every motion. The overwhelming fullness mixed with sharp sparks of pleasure. My pussy clenched helplessly around his cock each time he buried it. He kept going without pause, taking his pleasure thoroughly, groaning low every time his cock sank fully inside my soaked pussy from behind, the table creaking under the steady, hard rhythm.
He kept fucking me hard from behind. One hand stayed fisted in my hair, the other grabbed my wide hip under the flipped white petticoat, pulling me onto his cock with every stroke. His cock drove deep, the head of his cock striking far inside my pussy again and again. The constant fullness, the wet friction, and the way his cock stretched the lips of my pussy began to shift something inside me. A different kind of moan left my throat—lower, warmer. My hips shifted on their own.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, the sound no longer only protest. “No… but… ahh… mmmh…”
“Yes,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Push back. Take my cock deeper.”
I did. Slowly at first, then more surely, I rocked backward, meeting his thrusts. My pussy slid onto his cock, taking him fully each time. The pleasure sharpened and spread. My heavy breasts swayed and bounced harder beneath me, dark nipples stiff and aching. He felt the change in my body and fucked me deeper, still grabbing my hair and hip, still taking his pleasure thoroughly. At the same time I began, helplessly, to chase my own. Soft, needy moans spilled out of me as I pushed back onto his cock. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, rustling between us, while we moved together on the table and the wet sounds grew even louder.
I kept pushing back onto his cock, the motion growing steadier and more deliberate. Each time I rocked my hips backward, his cock sank fully into my pussy, the head of his cock striking deep and sparking sharp pleasure. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, rustling with every movement. The wet, slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy were constant and loud.
“Ahh… mmmh… yes… ahh…” I moaned, the protest gone from my voice. “So… ahh… deep… mmmh…”
“That’s it,” he groaned, breath heavy. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Take it all.”
He loosened his grab on my hair, letting the strands slip, and kept only one hand on my wide hip to guide me. I pushed back harder, chasing the building pleasure. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock with every backward stroke. My heavy breasts swung and bounced beneath me, dark nipples stiff, aching, and sensitive. He met my movements, thrusting his cock forward at the same moment I came back, driving even deeper. The pleasure climbed higher and hotter. I was enjoying it now—moaning openly, hips moving on their own, my body greedily taking what it wanted—while he continued to take his pleasure, groaning each time my pussy gripped his cock. We moved together on the table, the rhythm growing rougher, my white petticoat shifting between us.
He stepped between my legs and placed his rough hands on my thick thighs, spreading them wide. My pussy was swollen, the lips parted and shining with thick wetness. He stared for a moment, then sank down.
“So wet already,” he said, voice low.
His tongue came out and licked in one long, slow stroke from the very bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit. My whole body jerked.
“Ahh…” I moaned, the sound escaping before I could stop it. “No…”
He licked again, flatter and firmer, dragging through the wetness.
“Mmmh… no…” My hips shifted on the table. “Please…”
He pressed his tongue inside my pussy and began to fuck me with it, slow deep thrusts that made wet sounds. His thumbs held the lips of my pussy open so he could go deeper.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, thighs trembling. “No… don’t…”
He groaned against me, the vibration traveling straight into my clit, and sucked the swollen bud once, hard.
“You taste perfect,” he muttered, then sealed his mouth back over my pussy and kept licking and tongue-fucking me without pause.
My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly above the bunched petticoat, dark nipples stiff and aching. Soft, helpless moans kept leaving my mouth while he stayed between my spread thighs and ate my pussy thoroughly, clearly loving every lick and every sound I made.
He kept his mouth sealed to my pussy for several more slow licks, tongue sliding deep, then pulled back just enough to breathe. His hands slid from my thick thighs down to the curve of my ass and spread me wider on the table. Without warning his tongue dragged lower, leaving my pussy, and licked slowly, wetly, right over my asshole.
“Ahh!” I moaned, the sound sharp. My hips tried to jerk away. “No… not there…”
He licked my asshole again, firmer, the flat of his tongue circling the tight ring. The strange, intense feeling made my pussy clench hard. Wetness dripped downward.
“Mmmh… ahh… no…”
He pressed his lips fully against my asshole and kissed it, once, deep and deliberate. Then he licked upward in one long stroke, back into my pussy, sucking my clit briefly before returning to lick and kiss my asshole again.
“Please… ahh… don’t…” I whispered, but my thighs stayed open and another moan broke free as his tongue pushed lightly against the tight entrance. He groaned, enjoying it, and kept moving between my pussy and my asshole, licking and kissing both while I lay on the table, petticoat bunched at my waist, moaning helplessly.
He settled into a steady rhythm between my legs. His tongue pushed deep into my pussy, fucking me slowly, then slid all the way down to lick my asshole in firm, wet circles. He kissed my asshole, lips pressed tight, tongue flicking, before dragging back up to suck my clit. Over and over.
“Ahh… mmmh…” I moaned, the sound continuous now. My hips rocked on the table without my permission. “No… ahh… please…”
Every time his tongue returned to my asshole I moaned louder. The filthy pleasure made my pussy gush. He groaned against me, clearly loving the way I reacted, saliva and my wetness coating his mouth and chin. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, holding me open so he could reach everything.
“You love this,” he muttered between licks, then sealed his mouth over my asshole again and kissed it deeply while two fingers slid into my soaked pussy.
“Mmmh… no… ahh… I don’t…” I gasped, but my body pushed back toward his mouth. He kept alternating, licking and kissing my asshole, then devouring my pussy, drawing moan after moan from me while my white petticoat stayed bunched at my waist and my heavy breasts heaved with every shaky breath.
He pulled his mouth away from my pussy and used both hands to spread my ass cheeks wider under the bunched white petticoat. He stared for a second, then lowered his face and began licking my asshole steadily, no longer alternating. His tongue moved in firm, wet strokes, circling, pressing, flattening against the tight ring.
“Ahh… mmmh… no…” I moaned, the sound broken and constant. My thighs shook. “Please… ahh…”
He kissed my asshole deeply, lips sealed around it, then pushed his tongue against the entrance until it slipped inside a little. The stretch and the wet heat made me cry out.
“Ahhh… no… mmmh…”
He tongue-fucked my asshole slowly while his thumb rubbed circles on my clit. Pleasure spiked hard and filthy. My pussy dripped freely onto the table and his hand. He groaned, loving it, and kept licking and kissing my asshole, tongue working in and out, while I lay there moaning without control, heavy breasts rising fast, completely at the mercy of his mouth.
He dragged his tongue slowly upward from my asshole, leaving it wet and sensitive, and sealed his mouth fully over my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth hard, almost pulling, while two thick fingers pushed deep into my soaked pussy and started fucking me with steady, firm strokes. His thumb remained pressed against my asshole, rubbing the slick, tightened ring in small, relentless circles.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, the sounds spilling out higher and faster. My hips began to buck against his face without control. “No… I’m… ahh… please…”
Every suck on my clit sent sharp sparks through me. His fingers curled inside my pussy, stroking the sensitive spot while his thumb kept working my asshole. The filthy mix of sensations coiled tight and hot low in my belly, then flared brighter. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers. My asshole fluttered and tightened under his thumb. Wetness poured out of me, coating his hand and chin.
He groaned against my clit, the vibration making me jerk, and sucked even harder, tongue flicking rapidly over the swollen bud.
“Cum for me,” he said, voice muffled and rough against my pussy, then sealed his mouth back down and sucked again.
“I’m… ahh… I’m cumming…” I gasped, voice breaking. My thighs clamped around his head. My heavy breasts heaved. “Ahhh… mmmh… ahhh…”
The orgasm crashed into me. My whole body locked tight on the table, white petticoat bunched at my waist, as the pleasure exploded.
The orgasm tore through me on the table. My pussy spasmed hard around his fingers, clenching and releasing in sharp waves. A rush of wetness gushed out, flooding his mouth and chin as he kept his lips sealed over my clit and licked through every pulse. My thighs shook violently around his head. My back arched off the wood. My heavy breasts bounced with the force of it, dark nipples stiff and aching.
“Ahhh… mmmh… ahhh… I’m cumming…” I cried out, voice broken and loud. “Ahh… no… ahhh…”
He groaned hungrily against my pussy and drank everything, tongue lapping the slick that poured from me, some of it running down to my asshole where his thumb still pressed. He did not stop. He sucked and licked me through the entire climax, drawing it out until my moans turned into shaky whimpers and my body finally began to slump.
When the last tremors eased he lifted his mouth, face wet with me, and looked up between my spread thighs. My white petticoat was twisted and bunched at my waist. My pussy was swollen, glistening, still fluttering. I lay panting, heavy breasts rising and falling fast, completely spent for the moment yet already feeling the heat begin to build again under his stare.
He rose slowly from between my thighs. His face and chin shone with my wetness. He wrapped one hand around his hard cock and stroked it once, spreading the slick from my pussy along the length. He stayed standing between my spread legs on the edge of the table. My white petticoat stayed bunched and twisted at my waist, leaving me naked from the hips down.
He guided the head of his cock to the soaked, swollen lips of my pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock slowly up and down the slit, coating his cock in my wetness, pressing just enough to part the lips of my pussy.
“Ready for more?” he asked, voice rough and low.
“No…” I whispered. My body was still trembling from the orgasm. “Ahh…”
He pushed forward anyway. The head of his cock stretched the lips of my pussy wide. Then his cock slid inside in one long, steady, deep thrust until he was buried completely. I gasped, back arching off the table.
“Ahhh… mmmh… so deep… ahh…”
He held still for a long moment, his cock throbbing inside my pussy, his hands gripping my wide hips firmly under the bunched petticoat. Then he began to move. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, the head of his cock tugging at my entrance, then drove his cock back in hard. Wet sounds filled the studio with every stroke. My heavy breasts swayed and bounced above the petticoat, dark nipples stiff. He watched my heavy breasts move, then leaned down and sucked one dark nipple into his mouth while his hips kept thrusting, his cock fucking me in deep, steady strokes. He took his pleasure thoroughly, groaning against my heavy breast, enjoying the tight, wet heat of my pussy around his cock on the table.
He stayed buried deep for one more heartbeat, then began to thrust harder. His cock pulled almost all the way out until only the head of his cock remained inside the lips of my pussy, then drove back in fully, the head of his cock striking deep. My white petticoat stayed bunched and twisted at my waist, the fabric shifting and rustling with every movement of his hips. Wet, slick sounds grew louder each time his cock slid into my pussy.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, the sounds breaking out of me. My hands gripped the edge of the table until my fingers ached. “No… ahh… slower… please…”
He did not slow. He fucked me in steady, powerful strokes, his hips slamming against my thick thighs, his cock stretching the lips of my pussy and filling me completely again and again. He lifted his mouth from my dark nipple. His eyes locked on my heavy breasts as they bounced and swayed with every thrust, dark nipples stiff and shining.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, voice rough. “So tight around my cock. So wet.”
His hands gripped my wide hips harder beneath the bunched petticoat, holding me in place. He angled his hips and thrust his cock even deeper, grinding at the end of each stroke. Sharp pleasure sparked inside me despite my whispers. My pussy clenched helplessly around his cock. Fresh wetness coated the length of his cock and dripped onto the table. He kept fucking me without pause, taking his pleasure thoroughly, the wooden table creaking under the force, my moans mixing with the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of my pussy under the hot studio lights.
He pulled his cock out slowly. The head of his cock dragged against the swollen, sensitive lips of my pussy, leaving me suddenly empty. Thick wetness coated the length of his cock and dripped onto the wooden table. He placed both hands on my wide hips and turned me over onto my stomach. Then he pulled my hips up until I was on my hands and knees on the table. My white petticoat stayed on, flipped high over my ass, fully exposing my pussy and my asshole from behind.
He stepped in close behind me. The head of his cock rubbed slowly up and down the soaked lips of my pussy.
“Stay like this,” he said, voice rough.
“No…” I whispered, arms trembling. “Ahh…”
He pushed forward. The head of his cock stretched me and his cock slid deep inside in one long thrust. I moaned as his cock filled my pussy completely from behind.
“Ahh… mmmh… so deep…”
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take my cock.”
He grabbed my wide hips hard under the flipped petticoat and began to fuck me. His cock drove in and out in deep, steady strokes, the head of his cock hitting far inside each time. Wet sounds grew louder. One of his hands slid up my back while the other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place. He watched his cock disappear into my pussy again and again, taking his pleasure thoroughly. My heavy breasts hung and swayed beneath me with every thrust, dark nipples stiff, while he kept pounding, groaning each time his cock sank fully into my soaked pussy.
He grabbed my wide hips tighter, fingers digging in under the flipped white petticoat, and began to thrust harder. His cock pulled almost all the way out until only the head of his cock remained inside the lips of my pussy, then slammed forward, driving his cock deep again and again. The head of his cock struck far inside me with every powerful stroke. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, the fabric rustling and shifting with the force. Wet, slick sounds grew louder and more obscene each time his cock plunged into my pussy.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh… no…” I moaned, my arms shaking as I struggled to hold myself up on the table. “Too… ahh… deep… mmmh…”
“You can take it,” he groaned, voice thick. “Your pussy feels so good around my cock. So tight and wet.”
One of his hands left my hip and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back deeper. His other hand stayed locked on my hip, holding me steady while he fucked me. My heavy breasts swung and bounced freely beneath me, dark nipples stiff, aching, and pointing toward the table. He kept pounding without pause, taking his pleasure thoroughly, his cock stretching the lips of my pussy and filling me completely with every hard thrust. The wooden table creaked under us. My moans spilled out helplessly while he drove his cock into my soaked pussy again and again, enjoying every second of using me from behind.
He kept one hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and the other hand grabbing my wide hip under the flipped petticoat. He used both grips to pull me backward onto his cock with every thrust. His cock drove deeper and harder, the head of his cock striking the deepest part of my pussy again and again. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, rustling with the force. The wet, slick sounds of his cock plunging into my pussy were constant and loud.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, my voice shaking and breaking. My arms trembled, nearly giving out beneath me. “No… ahh… please… mmmh…”
“Take it,” he groaned, breath rough. “Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight. So perfect.”
He tugged my hair a little harder, forcing my back to arch deeper, and fucked me in long, powerful strokes. His cock pulled almost out, then slammed all the way back in. My heavy breasts swung wildly beneath me, dark nipples stiff and brushing the cool air with every motion. The overwhelming fullness mixed with sharp sparks of pleasure. My pussy clenched helplessly around his cock each time he buried it. He kept going without pause, taking his pleasure thoroughly, groaning low every time his cock sank fully inside my soaked pussy from behind, the table creaking under the steady, hard rhythm.
He kept fucking me hard from behind. One hand stayed fisted in my hair, the other grabbed my wide hip under the flipped white petticoat, pulling me onto his cock with every stroke. His cock drove deep, the head of his cock striking far inside my pussy again and again. The constant fullness, the wet friction, and the way his cock stretched the lips of my pussy began to shift something inside me. A different kind of moan left my throat—lower, warmer. My hips shifted on their own.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…” I moaned, the sound no longer only protest. “No… but… ahh… mmmh…”
“Yes,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Push back. Take my cock deeper.”
I did. Slowly at first, then more surely, I rocked backward, meeting his thrusts. My pussy slid onto his cock, taking him fully each time. The pleasure sharpened and spread. My heavy breasts swayed and bounced harder beneath me, dark nipples stiff and aching. He felt the change in my body and fucked me deeper, still grabbing my hair and hip, still taking his pleasure thoroughly. At the same time I began, helplessly, to chase my own. Soft, needy moans spilled out of me as I pushed back onto his cock. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, rustling between us, while we moved together on the table and the wet sounds grew even louder.
I kept pushing back onto his cock, the motion growing steadier and more deliberate. Each time I rocked my hips backward, his cock sank fully into my pussy, the head of his cock striking deep and sparking sharp pleasure. My white petticoat stayed flipped high over my ass, rustling with every movement. The wet, slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy were constant and loud.
“Ahh… mmmh… yes… ahh…” I moaned, the protest gone from my voice. “So… ahh… deep… mmmh…”
“That’s it,” he groaned, breath heavy. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Take it all.”
He loosened his grab on my hair, letting the strands slip, and kept only one hand on my wide hip to guide me. I pushed back harder, chasing the building pleasure. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock with every backward stroke. My heavy breasts swung and bounced beneath me, dark nipples stiff, aching, and sensitive. He met my movements, thrusting his cock forward at the same moment I came back, driving even deeper. The pleasure climbed higher and hotter. I was enjoying it now—moaning openly, hips moving on their own, my body greedily taking what it wanted—while he continued to take his pleasure, groaning each time my pussy gripped his cock. We moved together on the table, the rhythm growing rougher, my white petticoat shifting between us.
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