New commission. Also working on another one. This month is quite packed, not complaining though :DPreview:
Linda pads into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. The second it clicks shut, the shy mask drops. She exhales hard, hazel eyes gleaming in the mirror as she stares at her reflection. That cute, innocent face stares back, plump lips, long lashes, big hair, but there’s a new hunger in those eyes now. She twists the wedding ring on her finger, watching it catch the light. “Finally.” She whispers to herself. A wicked little grin spreads across her face. She strips quickly, letting the sundress pool at her feet. Her heavy tits bounce free, pink nipples already stiff. Her wide hips and soft, plush belly jiggle as she turns, and that perfect bubble butt wobbles, two fat, juicy cheeks begging to be grabbed. But it's between her thick thighs that hangs the real star, her big, fat twelve inch horse-cock, already twitching, thick as a wrist, the veiny thing soft but heavy. Below it swing her huge, churning cum-kegs, plump and full, slapping lightly against her thighs as she moves.
She steps into the massive glass shower, turns the water on hot, and lets it cascade over her curvy tiny body. Steam fills the room as she soaps up slowly, hands gliding over her tits, down her chubby belly, then wrapping around the thickening length of her girl-dick. It pulses in her grip, swelling, lengthening, the fat mushroom head flaring as blood rushes in. "Mmmh." She hum a moan as she strokes it lazily, her tongue, much longer than the average human's, flicking out to wet her lips while she stares at the ring again. “Now that you're officially mine, I'm gonna make sure you fully understand our new dynamic~” She murmurs, voice husky now. “You enjoyed being the man in the bedroom while we were dating. But now, it's gonna be me on top and you at the bottom.” She giggles to herself at the idea.
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Linda looks down at him with a wicked, loving smile, her innocent doll-face twisted with raw lust. Her hair bounces with every thrust, tits jiggling hypnotically above him as she rides his face. “Fuck, so fucking hot!” She purrs between moans, never slowing her pace. “My big, strong husband… taking every inch of his wife’s fat horse-cock down his throat like a good little cock-sleeve. You feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am? That’s your new life. This fag-breeder owns you now.” She punctuates her words by grinding her hips in slow circles when she’s buried to the hilt, letting him feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of her monster as it stretches his windpipe. Her oversized nuts draw up slightly, churning loudly with the massive load she’s been saving for their wedding night. Precum flows straight into his stomach in thick, steady spurts, feeding him her essence while she face-fucks him into the mattress.
Carl’s vision starts to blur at the edges, but the overwhelming fullness, the heat, the sheer dominance of his tiny wife wrecking his throat has his body suggest otherwise. He can feel himself getting close already, just from being used like this. His girlish ass clenches beneath her, hole twitching with sudden, shameful need as he imagines what’s coming next.
Linda laughs softly, a sweet, girlish sound that contrasts filthily with the way she’s brutally throat-fucking her husband. She reaches down and strokes his chestnut hair almost tenderly, even as her hips keep slamming forward. “You’re doing so good for me, Carl~” She coos, voice dripping honey and sin. “But we’re just getting started. I’m going to cum down your throat first… flood your belly until it’s bulging with my cum. Then I’m flipping you over and breeding that pretty, tight ass until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.” She picks up speed, short, savage thrusts that make her heavy breasts bounce and her heavenly ass jiggle behind her. The bed creaks under them. The ocean breeze drifts in from the open balcony doors, cool against their sweat-slicked skin, but neither of them cares. The only thing that matters is the wet, rhythmic destruction of Carl’s throat and the growing, overwhelming pressure in Linda’s massive cum-factories.
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Carl moans, a drooling mess beneath her. His hands fist the sheets, body rocking forward with every savage thrust as her fat fuck-meat hammers his prostate mercilessly. The poor fucker can feel another orgasm building already, helpless and overwhelming.
Linda leans down again, biting his earlobe hard enough to make him yelp. “You’re going to cum on my cock again, aren’t you, bitch?” She taunts, slamming in particularly deep and grinding her hips in slow circles, stirring his insides. “Going to paint the sheets while your wife breeds your pretty little husband-cunt. Say it. Tell me who owns this ass now.” She doesn’t wait for an answer. She straightens up, grips his buns and spreads them even wider, watching with dark delight as her massive horse-pipe disappears completely inside him over and over. The sight of his once-tight ring stretched obscenely around her girth makes her moan louder, tongue flicking out to wet her lips.