Everyone is over the age of 18.
The anticipation of her next encounter with Brian and the tiresome duties of watching the hell spawns made her tired beyond belief. The lights were off upstairs and she shambled down the steps into the forbidden room where she undoubtedly became a homewrecker yesterday.
Obviously, thoughts ran through her mind and she did feel some remorse but the whole thing was so exhilarating. It took her an hour to fully remove the batch of sticky batter that wrecked her face. All the while, she just wanted to do it again. The brain meats churned thought after thought of what he might do to her and her panties were laced with arousal all day long.
However, after a couple hours of teasing herself and cruising into dreamland, she awoke to complete darkness. The computer screen was off and a hint of light came through the basement window, the moon at full. The light ringing in her ear made her slightly uneasy, but she started to recognize the sound of the clock hand, slowly ticking on. She ascended the stairs after lazily throwing on her silky black robe.
The fridge light made her squint but she was startled by the deadbolt being undone at the front door. She peeked at her watch and sure enough, he was home from work. She decided to leave the door ajar while she grabbed a water bottle so that he wouldn't need to turn on a lamp.
"Billie?" He said quietly.
"Welcome home," she smiled.
Brian dropped off his keys and the usual before shuffling over to her. He looked beat down.
"Long day?"
Billie handed off a water and he took a sizable swig before he leaned onto the wooden top of the island. The beauty in her eyes made him stutter a bit.
"Same bullshit everyday," he popped off, lowering his voice throughout.
The light from his refrigerator reflected off her creamy skin and that slinky black robe wasn't tied off. She wasn't wearing a bra and her immaculate, juicy cleavage was barely covered. His mind took off and he followed her smooth belly down to a pair of black lace, snuggled nicely between her thick thighs. His gaze lingered back up towards her giant breasts and he stepped forward.
"That for me?" he said, probing a bit.
Billie smiled and latched onto both of her hips. "Duh."
He unzipped his pants with a quickness and turned her to face the leftovers and milk. Hands pushed across the smooth silk and after pressing himself against her wide butt, he clutched onto those delicious globes. Billie leaned her head into his dirty work shirt and felt around for her prize while he pushed and squeezed.
"Been thinking about these at work?" Billie teased.
"You need to start wearing less," he said slowly, breathy.
"So you can gawk at me all the time?" she smiled up.
Brian exposed her hefty knockers and the cold brought her to stiff peaks, perfect for him to pinch on.
"No more baggy clothes in this house," he told her.
Billie casually watched him juggle her around and bit her lip. "Text me stuff I should wear then."
The leaky trouser snake escaped, dribbling across her hand before sliding through her tight cheeks and gliding into her thighs. Those drippy panties coated his veins quickly and their breathing started to get loud so she braced onto the door.
"We're gonna wake everyone," she grinned.
Brian's hips weren't listening and his gooey crown popped out the other side as he dry humped her.
Billie lightly chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him down the stairs. Clothes were discarded along the way and they navigated the dark rooms until she found the bathroom light. He pushed it closed and with swingin' club and all, went directly for the shower and created some noise.
"Damn, Daddy," she smiled big, eyes mesmerized. "Very eager to play with me."
Billie took the underside of that bat and clasped around to bring him closer. She slid out of her robe and turned so he could latch onto her young but wide hips again.
She threw her hair back with a sweet smile into the mirror and he dropped the weighted trunk onto her perfectly round ass. Those tight black panties curved inward exposing thick, gloriously soft buns that he slid his waist against. She grabbed the counter, smashing her jugs together, a heavenly sight that filled his groin with a rush.
"Better than a fleshlight," she teased, sticking her tongue out. "Show me how," she said.
Brian was enthralled and in a trance with this girl. He explored her soft back, tracing with fingers and grabbing shoulders before reaching under and filling his hands with fat, gorgeous breasts.
"Show you how, what?" He mumbled.
"Show me how you fuck your toys," she said lightly, staring him down through the glass. "I saw the videos," she laughed.
She was turned fast and nearly lost her balance. Her head was palmed and he pushed her down into a squat. A monstrous thigh put a shadow on her and she blinked from his giant cock dropping onto her head with a thud.
In front of her was his yummy bull nuts, gently swaying side to side and looking heavy and warm. She tested that last part and dropped her slobbering tongue out, slapping the underside of those smooth, taut baby makers. Billie leaned in, devouring one of them between her velvet smooth pillows and filled her mouth completely. A groan from her resonated up through his shaft and he started to leak onto her back. The more she massaged them with her delicate, frothy insides, the bigger the drippy line became. Each one was bathed vigorously, coated and slimy with spit.
She cradled them tight against her palms, holding them still so she could sprinkle big, delicious kisses across the saggy treats. Infatuation is one word for her attention to them and he wasn't going to make her stop. Light tugs from her lips and gentle scrapes from her nails had him on edge and he had to step off.
"Fuck," he grumbled, grabbing his shaft hard.
"Yeah, your new sex doll loves to suck balls," she said with a smile, dribble lining her chin. She beckoned him with two fingers and tilted her head into the edge of the sink. "Bro, c'mon, stop teasing and let me suck your big d—"
He was up on top of her, pushing that heavy slab onto her tongue and forced her tonsils aside to slither his way into her chest. Squared up and taking both sides of her head, he pulled her tight and slapped his wet, sloppy sack against her chin. He clasped around the back of her hair and held her, rowing his hips and dunking his raging boner into her hot and slimy walls. Every lunge was to the hilt and he had to stuff her full. She begged for it. She needed it bad.
"Ugh, slut," he sighed, leaving it buried. He grabbed the counter and leaned in, fucking Billie's tightening esophagus and spilling a continuous hot mixture on top of her massive tits. Her panties captured the flood until they couldn't hold back the rush, now starting to coat the floor. Every gasp of air was plowed out into a thick splurt of slobber that ended with her bulging neck being spanked with bloated, dripping nuts.
