In the dimly lit room, a woman named Marianne stood before a full-length mirror. She was completely nude, her body bathed in the soft glow of the room’s lone lamp. Her curves were accentuated by the shadows, her hips wide and inviting, her waist narrow and delicate. But what truly caught the eye was her ample cleavage, her huge breasts spilling out from between her parted legs as she leaned forward to examine her reflection.
Marianne’s breasts were massive, easily DD cups or larger. They were heavy and full, with dark areolas and thick, erect nipples that begged to be touched. She cupped them in her hands, lifting them up and letting them fall back down with a soft bounce. She couldn’t help but moan at the sensation, her body already primed and ready for pleasure.
As she played with her breasts, Marianne’s fingers strayed lower, down her soft stomach and towards her pubic mound. She had shaved herself bare, leaving only a small patch of dark hair above her slit. She spread her legs wider, revealing the pink folds of her pussy, glistening with moisture.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around, her heart racing, and saw a man standing in the doorway. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was completely nude as well, his cock long and hard, jutting out from his body.
Marianne’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. She had never seen him before, but there was something about him that drew her in. She felt a surge of desire, a primal need to be fucked by him.
The man walked towards her, his cock bouncing with each step. He reached out and touched her breast, cupping it in his hand and squeezing gently. Marianne moaned, her head falling back as he kneaded her flesh.
He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Marianne cried out, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. She felt his cock pressing against her leg, hot and hard and ready.
Without a word, the man lifted Marianne up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down, her legs spread wide, and knelt between them. He looked down at her pussy, at the pink folds glistening with moisture.
He leaned down and licked her slit, tasting her juices. Marianne moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his tongue. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit until she was panting and moaning, her body trembling with pleasure.
Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick and hard. He pushed inside her, slowly at first, then faster and harder as she cried out for more.
They fucked like animals, their bodies slapping together, their moans and cries filling the room. The man grabbed Marianne’s breasts, squeezing them hard as he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
As they reached their climax, Marianne felt the man’s cock twitch and pulse inside her. He groaned, his body shuddering as he filled her with his seed. She cried out, her own orgasm washing over her, leaving her breathless and spent.
As they lay together, panting and sweating, Marianne knew that she would never forget this encounter. The man had awakened something inside her, a hunger for more. She knew that she would see him again, and that they would explore each other’s bodies in even greater depth.
For now, though, she was content to lay in his arms, her body still trembling with pleasure. She knew that she had found something special, something rare and precious. She couldn’t wait to see where it would take her.
