She was the kind of woman who made men forget their names. Tall, curves packed into a tight black dress, long dark hair, and a cock that hung heavy and thick between her thighs when she let it out. Lena didn’t hide it. She used it.
Tonight she picked him up at the bar with one look. He was already hard when she led him to her apartment, his hand on her ass, thinking he was about to get the fuck of his life. He had no idea.
“Strip,” she told him the second the door closed. Her voice was low and rough. She peeled the dress off, letting her heavy tits bounce free and that fat girl cock swing out, already half-hard and glistening at the tip. “On the bed. Face down first.”
He obeyed fast. She climbed on behind him, spreading his cheeks and spitting on his hole before she shoved two fingers in. He groaned. She worked him open quick and dirty, then lined that thick cock up and pushed inside in one long thrust. He yelled into the sheets. Lena fucked him hard, hips slapping, her balls swinging against his. Every stroke made her cock throb bigger, the head flaring, the slit at the tip starting to weep thick pre.
“Fuck, you feel good,” she growled, leaning over him, tits pressed to his back. “But I want more. I want you inside me.”
He laughed, thinking she meant her pussy. She didn’t. She pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and straddled his chest. That cock loomed over his face, the slit wide and pulsing. She grabbed his wrists and pressed his hands to her shaft.
“Push,” she ordered.
His fingers sank into the hot, slick opening. It stretched around them, wet and greedy. Lena moaned loud, hips rocking. The slit yawned wider, sucking his hands in up to the wrists. Inside it was tight, rippling, pulling. She reached down and stroked the base of her cock, making the muscles work harder.
“Deeper,” she hissed.
His arms slid in next. The head of her cock stretched obscenely around his shoulders, then his chest. It was hot inside, slick with thick precum that coated him. Every pulse of her cock dragged him farther in. His head vanished between her legs. She could feel him moving, fighting and then giving in as the suction took over.
Her balls tightened, heavy and full, waiting for him.
Lena kept stroking, working more of him down her shaft. His hips disappeared, then his thighs. Only his feet kicked outside for a moment before the slit sealed over them with a wet sound. She felt the bulge travel down, stretching her urethra, until he dropped into her balls with a heavy, liquid weight.
She came instantly. Thick ropes of cum erupted from her cock, but it wasn’t just cum anymore. It was mixed with the heat of him, the proof he was inside her. Her balls churned, swollen and tight, working him over. She kept stroking through it, hips jerking, tits bouncing, moaning filthy and loud.
“Fuck yes, melt for me. You’re mine now.”
Her balls gurgled and pulsed, shrinking slowly as they processed him. Every twitch sent fresh spurts of cum across her sheets. She rubbed them, feeling the last movements fade. When it was done she was still hard, her cock shiny and spent, her balls round and full.
She lay back, breathing hard, one hand lazily stroking the length of her girl cock while the other cupped her heavy, satisfied balls.
“Next one’s going in even slower,” she whispered to the empty room, already thinking about who she’d bring home tomorrow.
