It’s been over three months since Karine’s last text. I jack off thinking about her massive tits bouncing. She was my client’s girl, Fabrice’s. I’m a car salesman. They bought rides constantly. Fabrice traveled, fucked sluts, left her alone running their transport biz. We’d chat on calls. Flirt grew. Then that pro transport party in June.
Karine got wasted. Blonde, 30s, 5’3″, killer curves. But those huge, heaving tits in her plunging red spaghetti-strap top? My cock throbbed all night. Fantasy fuel. I drove her home. She dozed, hair loose over bare shoulders, black pants hugging her ass. Short ride. Helped her out, draped my jacket. She leaned into me, soft and warm.
The Awakening: Tension Builds to Explosion
At her door, she straightened, invited me in for a drink. I hesitated—’You’ve had enough.’ Bullshit. She wrapped arms around my neck, tongue-fucked my mouth hard. My dick stiffened instantly. ‘Tired of sleeping alone. Fabrice gone a week. You turn me on.’ Heart pounding. Betrayal buzz. I chickened out. ‘Not like this. See you tomorrow.’ Slammed door in my face.
Drove home raging. Stroked furious to her cleavage. Came hard, cursing my idiocy. Phone buzzed 9 AM. Her voice, husky: ‘Sorry. Coffee’s on. Come over.’ Shower, shorts, shirt. Croissants. Second chance. Door opens. Cheek kiss. Pink robe barely covers thighs, hair in bun, fresh from shower. Ass sways as she grabs mugs. Bush peeks when she kneels in armchair. Thick, dark patch. No shame. My cock tents.
‘Forgive me?’ Sips coffee. ‘You like me. Even fucking Fabrice, I picture you.’ Blush hits. She slides next to me on couch. Hand on neck. Lips crash. Perfume hits like drugs. Peel off my shirt. Untie robe. Boom—enormous tits flop free. Heavy, brown saucers, fat nipples stiffening. Kiss neck, knead them slow. She yanks shorts. Grips my throbbing cock. Slow jerks, peels foreskin.
The Act: Raw, Sweaty Surrender
The Act hits. She kneels between legs, robe loose. Licks shaft, balls-deep slurps. Stands, squeezes tits, pinches nipples huge. I stroke watching. Smiles wicked. Back down, spits on cock, clamps tits around it. Heaven. Slides up-down, faster. Saliva lubes perfect. Gland pops her cleavage. Edge hits. She jerks hard. I erupt—ropes splatter tits, chin, lips. She grins, scoops cum.
Grabs rubbers. ‘More?’ Kiss deep, finger her plump ass. Cock revives. She rolls condom slow. Straddles. Wet pussy grinds belly, then impales. Tight, soaked. Bounces slow, tits slap wild. Grabs them to tame. Moans sharp. I cup asscheeks, thrust up. Juice floods thighs. Heat builds, sweat slicks us. Fingers her puckered hole. She screams, rides brutal. We cum together—balls drain deep.
Collapse. Cuddles, kisses. Day melts: TV, talk, afternoon fuck. Tits mesmerize still. Secret: Back to life now. Fabrice clueless. Thrill lingers—stole her pussy, marked those udders. Crave more. Oughta text. Risk it?