Summer’s POV
The Hamptons estate was a warm blur as I slumped against Brandon’s chest, his arms curling around me with that lazy, possessive grip that made my skin hum. The whiskey sloshed through me, softening my edges, making every brush of his fingers feel like fire licking my nerves. I’d mumbled something about being tired, but the words dissolved as his breath hit my ear, sharp with liquor, and his hands slipped under my shirt, igniting me despite my half–hearted protests.
His rough palms grazed my ribs, then cupped my big, heavy tits, squeezing them until my nipples stiffened against my bra. I sighed, my head lolling back against his shoulder, the room tilting with that sweet, tipsy haze.
He spun me around, his mouth crashing into mine–hot, sloppy, all whiskey and want–and I melted, my fingers twisting in his damp hair as our tongues tangled. He shoved me back onto the bed, and I landed with a bounce, my tits jiggling as he loomed over me, eyes dark and wild.
My shirt was ripped off, my bra yanked down, and my huge tits spilled out–round and full, nipples pink and swollen, begging for him. His mouth latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth scraping, and moaned, loud and shameless, as a jolt shot straight to my pussy. It was already wet, my lips puffy and slick, throbbing under my jeans as he worked my nipple, tongue flicking until I was squirming, my big tits bouncing with every gasp.
He tore my jeans off, my panties following, and there I was–my pussy bare, glistening, the folds plump and dripping, my clit peeking out, aching for him. His fingers spread me open, sliding through my wetness, and then his head dipped between my thighs.
The first lick–God, it was heaven–his tongue flat and rough, dragging up my slit, lapping at my clit until I screamed. My pussy quivered, slick and hot, as he sucked my clit into his mouth, teasing it with quick, wet flicks. I grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, my big tits heaving as pleasure ripped through me, sharp and wild.
My cunt was a mess, dripping down my thighs, and when he buried his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, I came–hard–my pussy clenching, gushing over his lips as I flew, weightless and trembling, my moans echoing off the walls.
He didn’t stop. His tongue kept working my pussy, licking my swollen folds, sucking my clit again until I was thrashing, oversensitive but craving more. My second orgasm hit fast, my cunt spasming, soaking his chin as I screamed his name, my big tits bouncing wildly, nipples aching in the cool air. I was still shaking when he pulled back, shedding his pants, his cock springing free- thick, veined, the head dark and dripping, so big it made my mouth water.
He rubbed it against my pussy, the tip teasing my clit, sliding through my slick folds, and I whimpered, legs spreading wider.
When he thrust in–fuck, it was everything–his huge cock splitting my tight, wet cunt open, stretching my lips around his girth. I felt every inch, thick and pulsing, the veins dragging against my walls as he filled me, the head slamming deep. My pussy gripped him, greedy and soaked, and I moaned, “Oh fuck, so good,” my voice slurring as my big tits jiggled with his first hard rust.
He fucked me relentless, hips pounding, his cock slamming into my cunt, wet and loud, my clit throbbing with every hit. My pussy felt so full, stretched to the limit, the friction driving me wild as my big tits bounced, heavy and sensitive.
I clawed at him, drunk on the feel of him, and when he sucked one nipple into his mouth–biting just enough–I came again, my cunt clamping down, pulsing around his cock as I screamed, soaring so high I thought I’d never come down.
He kept going, hours blurring in that microcosm of lust, our bodies slick with sweat, the whiskey keeping us loose and reckless. My pussy was raw, swollen, dripping with my cum and his precum, and still he fucked me, his cock tireless, plunging into my tight heat.
Host count–mayby fourth orgasm, maybe fifth–my cunt spasming, gushing around him as my big tits shook, my moans turning to sobs of pleasure. He groaned, low and rough, and I felt him swell inside me, his cock pulsing as he neared his edge.
“Together,” I gasped, my voice wrecked, and he thrust harder, his cock slamming deep, my pussy clenching tight. We came at once– his hot cum flooding my cunt, thick spurts painting my walls as my pussy milked him, spasming wildly.
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My clit throbbed, my folds quivering, and I screamed, my big tits heaving as we rode it out, locked together, trembling through the shared high. It was endless, wave after wave, his cock still twitching inside me as my cunt gripped him, wet and pulsing, until we were both wrecked.
He collapsed on me, his weight pinning my exhausted, sweat–soaked body, my big tits pressed against his chest. My pussy ached, swollen and dripping with our mixed cum, my clit still fluttering faintly.
The room spun, the whiskey haze heavy, and I felt so fucked out–sated but utterly drained, my limbs limp, my voice gone. “Fuck,” I breathed, barely audible, a tired, sated grin tugging at my lips. He kissed my shoulder, sloppy and soft, and I drifted, too worn to move, the ache between my legs a sweet reminder of how long–how perfectly–he’d taken me apart.
My body sank into the mattress, heavy and boneless, the ache between my legs a dull, sweet throb as I drifted off, too worn to move, sleep claiming me in the tangle of his arms.
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