He worked his face against her cunt mound until the lips were dry and soft. He licked sweat from the insides of her thighs. He traced the curving line of her hips with his opened mouth. Then, he arranged her on the bed, sliding his hands under the soft cheeks of her ample ass and eased himself between the burning thighs.

"I've got it," she gasped. "I've got the fucking thing." She held his prick fast to guide it into the valley of her cunt.

His shaft was rigid, yet pliable. At the right moment she heaved up her ass and the full girth of his cock was captured.

"God, you feel tighter than before."

"And you're going to know it, Ernie boy. Oh, am I going to show you something!"

"I can't move, you're so tight. Your fucking muscles are squeezing my prick dry. Hey, let up, will ya? That hurts like a son of a bitch!"

Jennie balanced her body and opened and closed her thighs. She slackened and contracted her cunt to the slow friction of his cock's arrival and departure.

Ernie was sheathed tightly. He struggled to work his big dick in and out. His movements became furious and Jennie arched to absorb him completely. Rotating her ass rapidly, she felt his desire rising to the peak. She slung her legs over his waist and rapidly rolled her ass, driving him on until she came and came and he was sending his spear of a cock into the foam of her pussy.

Then he came too, bursting inside her like a bomb, making her shudder with him in a violent, mind-blowing come.

Afterwards she hummed to herself as she pulled the blue dress down over her body, smoothing it over the fantastically rounded thighs, and wide, firm ass. Her over-large breasts, high and buoyant as if resting in water, strained against the material of the dress.

"You know, we fuck well together, and in a way that's a rare thing."