After their shower fun, she was promptly taken to the King's room where the two ended up in a hours long fuck fest that lasted well into the wee hours of the morning.
Black out curtains, giant king sized bed, chill beats and an ambient red light put the duo in a highly animalistic fever that had Billie in over a dozen positions.
Sucking fat schlong and suckling big bloated balls, spread eagle at the edge of the bed getting ravaged by massive inches, bouncing her juicy boobs on his face while bucking the steel beam between his legs, bent over the bed with her phat butt cheeks getting clapped violently by hips and hands and swallowing at least a pint of hot batter over the course of their marathon. She got fucked. Hard. Absolutely destroyed in her friend's bed and loved every minute of it. Young, dumb and full of all that cum she siphoned from that heavy sack.
He needed more of that. The grandma was the one handling the minions today and he was off work. The wife would be back sometime next week and in that time, he would do whatever it took to be balls deep in Billie's holes. She intoxicated him.
But she wasn't responding to texts and he refused to call. That sweet, young pussy wouldn't leave his thoughts but he didn't dare seem desperate. When she wanted it, she would be back.
The lawn wasn't going to cut itself and it was hot as fuck. He had dragged out the mower and had half of it cut before wanting to tap out to heat stroke.
Listening to Billie's music and thinking about that luscious butt on his face completely robbed him of thinking about water. He looked up and blinked twice. Was this an illusion?
A cotton, aurora sundress whipped in the light breeze. The gorgeous contrast of her pale, creamy skin on the beige fabric put a lump in his shorts. The girl whipped her black strands out of her face and flashed him a sweet smile with her glossy, plump pillows. She strolled through the fresh cut grass with her arms holding a big water jug at her waist, shoving her fat, massive, braless melons together. He went to let go of the mower and she latched on to the handle so that it wouldn't shut off.
"The kids aren't here today," he told her, leaning into her ear.
Billie peered up through her thick, white Chanel shades and held up the water. Fuck. He had never seen her in anything so gorgeous. She was perfect.
"I need that Daddy dick," she said, loudly, cocking her head. "Today."
Brian whipped his head around at the area, neighbors in their yards and cars passing by. He took another drink and gazed at her sweaty, thick, fuckable young body. He was hurting in his briefs. Those fat balls were bloated, wet and bulged out with his huge meat, begging him to release it and slither down her throat.
"During the daytime?" he said stupidly.
Billie pursed her lips and hiked a hand around her other elbow, lifting her monstrous tits and giving him shiny cleavage for days.
"I'm not even afraid to suck it in the front yard," she grinned, sticking her long tongue out. "I think the heat is getting to you."
Brian wiped his brow and nodded in agreement.
"Let's get you hydrated so that you can quench my thirst," she said, nodding towards the house.
She reached out a hand, not a care in the world who saw them and pulled him through the garage. His eyes were completely fixated on that phat bubble that popped against her flimsy dress on the way in. She dropped off the water bottle onto the kitchen island and Brian slid around her and filled his hands with warm, heavy boobs. He dipped his knees and pushed that mountain of dick up into her backside and sighed.
Billie gasped and shook her head. "You're not having a heat stroke on me," she laughed. She dropped her palms onto the wood and swirled her big cheeks up into his strained crotch. "Get some water, baby," she demanded.
He went for the bottle and she pushed away, leaning him against the sink. His belt buckle was ripped open and she violently tore his shorts apart. With glee, her hands were stuffed with soft underwear and hard meat. She rummaged his package, groping him top to bottom and glanced up with a bright smile with her smashed globes right there with her.
"If you drink, I'll suck," she smiled.
"I'm drinking, I'm drinking," he blurted out.
Billie yanked his shorts and everything flopped out and bounced around. The hot and heavy schlong was pulled up and she cradled the sweaty, saggy plums. Up and down she swirled her tiny hand around his giant cock.
"Don't let me down, Daddy," she said. In the same breath, his mushy, colossal crown was engulfed between her puffy gloss pillows and bathed in a build up of froth. It plopped out of her mouth and swung to the side just to land against her tongue and get gobbled up. A heavy slurp rocked his mind and he caught the sink with a hand.
"When I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty," she quipped in between her slobbering quest for nut. "Gimme, gimme," she gasped for air, slowly filling her throat, cheeks caved in.
Brian groaned and found her hair, clamping down and slithering his sweaty meat into her tight tunnel until she was lips on hips. This will never get old. He knew she would be back and she was eager to suck it.
"You really love this big bat," he sighed, pulling her down until his saggy nut skin was conforming around her chin.
The baby factories swung carefree between them and he bucked them into her neck with a slap. Billie heaved upward and showered his crotch in slobber, dripping and smacking into the hardwood floor. Those slimy lips swirled up the main vein lovingly, savoring all of that hard, juicy meat.
Little fingers attempted to get around it and struggled, jerking the trunk. Cute beige claws scraped at his round, bloated hangers and he sighed as she sloshed around his head, bobbing on inches and squelching loudly through the house. Those sweet, sultry moans rocked him and he held the counter tight, watching her work magic that his wife never could; a thought he had often.
"Such a bratty slut," he sighed. "Walked all the way over here just to suck a dick." He slid into her hair and rested his hand, listening to her hot slobbering. "God damn, you're so good at this. Who taught you?"
Billie pulled the monster out of her throat and cradled his fat balls just to tug down his meat and blow a huge wad of slop from base to crown.
"Self-taught, Daddy."
The golden hoops, the gorgeous hair, the dress and expensive diamonds lining her fingers said a lot about Billie. As she descended his big boner with no hands, she palmed his open thighs and he slowly penetrated her, nudging her tonsils and putting his veins into the walls of her esophagus. This was a woman. Fully grown and ready to take on the world. He didn't need to see her eyes through the expensive shades. He only needed to witness this show she was putting on.
"Ughh," he slumped a bit, "how many dicks you suck to get this good?"
Brian tried everything in his power to stand up straight. The transition from fresh, hot spittle to slimy, constricted walls was effortless but still shocked him every time. Instead of grabbing her and pulverizing her throat like he had before, he was being taught patience from an eighteen year old beauty queen. This was a blowjob; an enthusiastic, cock worshipping treat.
The gooey gulps laced his ears repeatedly and the big beautiful DSLs slurped on his extensive girth with gusto. A symphony of sounds filled his brain to match the unbelievable visuals right in front of him. Balls deep. Every time. Gobbling it all down like she started doing it years ago. A master.
Those fucking sounds of her throat gurgling his meat as it slid into her chest was making his head spin. Billie reached back and flipped her dress up and over her fat ass. He didn't even realize she was still on her feet and bent over right in front of him.
