Sure, the Double-D boobs were fake, the blond hair was a bad dye job and I was in a run-down mobile home, but a fuck is a fuck.
Eloise Johnson, waitress, airhead, and slut. My one bit of entertainment in this hell hole of a town in the middle of nowhere, Alabama.
I had one big fat tit in my mouth while she dug the front of my jeans open. She got my cock out and was stroking it hard while I switched breasts.
Eventually, I pulled off her tits and looked at her. She was waiting patiently for me to do something. Or say something.
"Kneel, baby," I said, feeling like she wanted to be told what to do.
Dropping down, she didn't need to be told what else to do. She opened wide and took my rock-hard erection into her mouth. The bimbo knew how to suck a cock. Good pressure, tongue work, and depth. After a few minutes of her working, I felt like I was going to blow my load down her throat.
Pushing her back, she looked up at me with a confused expression on her face. I climbed onto the bed, my cock sticking straight up in the air.
"Get on top, baby," I said to her.
"You meant what you said earlier?"
"Would I lie, darling?" I said, trying not to mock her accent. "She was cute, but just not that bright."
"A'ight," she said with a stupid smile and climbed onto my waiting cock.
What she lacked in form, she more than made for in enthusiasm as she bounced wildly on my dick, shouting a steam of profanities that would have made a sailor blush.
The sight of her tight body and bouncy tits was more than enough to keep me entertained, but her rhythm was weird and it was keeping me from climaxing. I grabbed her by the hips and drove up and down into her cunt, not really caring if she was getting off on it.
