Jennifer was alone, and her house was quiet. She sighed as she turned her computer off after a long day as a remote receptionist and looked at the time on her phone. It was nearly midnight. That time difference was a bitch. Jen stood and stretched her arms together toward the ceiling, tired and hungry. Her plump, curvy ass jiggled wildly in her mom jeans as she meandered into the kitchen. She heard the neighbor's cat hiss wildly and meow outside her door but thought nothing much of it as she made her choice of leftovers from within the fridge. Then she heard a window break and a brick thump across her living room floor. Jennifer froze with the lid to her tupperware in her hands, and her eyes widened past any point that was healthy.
"Fuck," Jennifer heard a male voice as footsteps entered her kitchen. "That's right--DON'T you fucking move," the intruder yelled at her so aggressively she winced, petrified, as her body started shaking.
"Where's the fucking jewels? Show me your bedroom NOW," he strode confidently over to Jennifer, and she noticed how tall and built the man in the ski mask was. He wore black jeans and a black t-shirt that was tight around the biceps of wide brown arms, sporting many dark tattoos under sparkles of glistening sweat made by Jennifer's many bright fluorescent kitchen lights. "BEDROOM!" he screamed into Jennifer's face, and she almost laughed, despite her genuine terror and fear for her life. It was how well-spoken this intruder was. He moved and talked--even at the top of his lungs--like a man with money. Like a man calm and in charge of himself and confident in his life and choices, despite this dangerous gig breaking into houses. Jennifer's juicy ass got to moving into the living room as she considered that maybe he moved and sounded like money and not a thug because he was a thug who made a lot of money--perhaps breaking and entering and yelling at people was actually a sustainable, lucrative career after all. Jen wouldn't have been surprised. She smirked at the thought of that, and how good his ass had looked filled those black jeans when she'd glanced as she passed. Then Jennifer tripped on the brick lying on her carpet in the living room, and her palms landed painfully in the broken glass spread around it.
"Oof!" Jennifer lunged forward ungracefully in a terrible half-roll to get the weight off her lightly sliced and now gently bleeding palms.
"Oh, fuck..." the intruder said under his breath, dropping the angry, authoritative mask for a sec as he scratched his head in concern. Jennifer's heart was still pounding in fear and shock from the trip, but she had to wipe sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and shield her face to hide a giant smile brought on by the concern in his voice. She also knew the sexy, beefy intruder was definitely staring at her ass as she was bent over. So Jennifer stood back up gradually and made sure to arch her back as she took her time on all fours jiggling her way back to her feet.
"Fuuuuuuck," she heard the intruder say nearly imperceptibly. He likely didn't realize he had said it. Jennifer was glad to be facing away from him now so she could smile as big as she needed with pride for her most unrealistically epically sized and shapely fat ass. Wincing and feigning pain to be on her hands and knees, Jennifer lifted one hand and then the other back and forth as if she were unable to find her balance long enough to get back up, but really it was just a poorly executed excuse to lightly twerk her ass fat around with the movement for a few moments. Jennifer caught the intruder lifting a side of his ski mask and revealing sexy scruff and scars and face tats in just the corner of her eye as she cautiously peeked to make sure her intruder was watching. His gaped mouth said he not only wasn't suspicious, he was eating that shit up and forgetting what else it was he came here for. Jennifer managed to keep it up long enough to start fearing for her life, and or blood stains from her palms on the carpet if ever she did make it out of this alive. She'd have to get on it just as soon as she called the cops... but after she'd changed her panties.
Jennifer's incognito twerking skills shook a cheek or two just barely up and out of the pants she never wore a belt with, and Jen remembered that she'd worked through another laundry day yesterday and had no clean panties to wear this morning; the intruder was still complacent after all this time watching her twerk on the floor now because he must have been staring into her bare crack and walking his eyes down every new inch of it that shook into view--hoping he'd soon see a brown puckered eye and some matching tulips. Jennifer wasn't above twerking to save her life, but if she was about to die, she wasn't going to get a surprise bullet or kick to the head with her pants down her ass like she had no shred of self-respect or dignity. Jennifer breathed out hard, then shoved herself upright on her knees and yanked her pants back up her fat ass cheeks without looking behind her. Then Jennifer yelped as she felt another brick or maybe two smack her in the back meat hard and forcefully, and she crashed forward and onto her hands again, creating more cuts on the glass shards to fuss over, though not as many or as deep as last time. Jennifer looked around, bewildered, and soon figured out that it was only the intruder's two strong hands by nothing more than the lick on his lips and the hunger in his eyes as they showed in the fuzzy holes in his black ski mask. Jennifer found her anger at long last--she glared furiously under her bicep at the aggressive, rude intruder manhandling her now. Jennifer started to get back up again, with no idea where she was finding the courage to confront him.
"Did you just...? NN!" Jennifer met the same two hands in the same two places on her tender back, and her head snapped violently again, paining her neck. This time the glass in her palms really stung with disrespect. Jennifer gritted her teeth and gripped handfuls of little shards of glass as her hands balled into fists.
"Don't you even--AH!" Jennifer screamed as he lunged his body at her, attacking her backside with his weight and size. He landed on top of her, and a firm, thick hard-on pressed insanely far down along her right ass cheek from her waist to near its bottom; Jennifer had never even heard of a man with a dick like that in a 15-mile radius at the very least.
"Get up," the intruder growled, hot and heavy in her ear--that thug-like aggression more real and primal than ever. "GET UP!" He finished grinding his dick on her ass for only a moment and yanked up on the waist of her jeans to lift her to her knees. The rough denim crotch of Jennifer's jeans tightened and pressed painfully on her bare pussy when he lifted her by her pants and forced them to carry all her weight on her puss, but Jennifer hardly noticed the abrasive pain as this gym-frequenting delinquent stud showed effortlessly that he could lift and throw her body around like it weighed 20lbs rather than 200.
"MOVE!" his angry voice boomed, and Jennifer squealed. He hooked his arm under her elbow and tore her to her feet rapidly, only to shove Jennifer cruelly back onto the floor immediately--this time in the direction of the bedroom. Taking too long to stumble-crawl her way in there, the intruder lifted Jennifer's entire body into thin air with one hand on either side of her hips and sent her body sailing into her bedroom. The smell of thick, womanly arousal followed past his nose as he flung the big girl onto her bed, and she landed with spring-snapping CRASH. Scrambling desperately and entirely pointlessly around on her bed on all fours, Jennifer yelped and flinched when his iron grip snagged her ankle next and with one arm he whipped Jennifer's ass down and under herself. Now she was in a position he liked better: on her back with her legs up like a good girl.
Jennifer's mouth was open, but she was gargling her words. Fear and arousal and anger and lust couldn't work together to choose any course of action, so she just laid there like a bug on its back--dumb and useless to help itself as two sweaty sets of knuckles met to either side of Jennifer's zipper on her jeans' waistband. An unmistakable RIIIIIIP freed the moist, musty flesh surrounding Jennifer's crotch and thighs from the confines of her very favorite jeans. The intruder paused and stared at Jennifer's sexy parts, taking in her soft little tiny trimmed patch of bush, her smooth, glistening fat pussy lips, and that asshole he was just dying to see a second ago. He didn't say anything, but Jennifer felt more seen and desired than she ever had in her life as his eyes stole and stole from her violated privacy. He looked so hungry. So intent and sure of his need for her. Jennifer knew nothing of being desired this way and had no will to interrupt it. In milliseconds, the thugly intruder's big, hard, tatted, pierced, sweaty man dick and dangling balls were out of his jeans, and he was shoving it inside Jennifer as far as he could make it go, whether the poor, sweet thing was ready or not for it.
"NNFF!" Jennifer winced as his girth split into her. Pain shot down her thighs, but in mere seconds, she was adjusted enough to the girth of him to survive that man meat tunneling its way into her guts like she was its last safe haven.
