
Penelope keeps shooting glances at Jack Vegas like she’s hunting for something that’ll do the trick. Her boyfriend’s gift is two inches too long and thick as a soup can; her tiny hole just quits. Jack’s has the curve she needs. He clocks the look, snorts, grabs her hip. "Turn around." She bends. One slow push, and his fat head pops past the tight ring. She yelps, then laughs at how full she feels. "Feel that? That’s what he wants," he tells her, sliding deeper while she gasps and giggles. He rocks in short thrusts, eases out, then sinks back—each stroke stretching her a little wider. Pretty soon she’s pushing back, hungry for the slap of his balls. "That’s it. Breathe and take it." When he bottoms out, she lets out a shaky moan that turns into a squeal, convinced she can try her boyfriend tomorrow.
Penelope keeps shooting glances at Jack Vegas like she’s hunting for something that’ll do the trick. Her boyfriend’s gift is two inches too long and thick as a soup can; her tiny hole just quits. Jack’s has the curve she needs. He clocks the look, snorts, grabs her hip. "Turn around." She bends. One slow push, and his fat head pops past the tight ring. She yelps, then laughs at how full she feels. "Feel that? That’s what he wants," he tells her, sliding deeper while she gasps and giggles. He rocks in short thrusts, eases out, then sinks back—each stroke stretching her a little wider. Pretty soon she’s pushing back, hungry for the slap of his balls. "That’s it. Breathe and take it." When he bottoms out, she lets out a shaky moan that turns into a squeal, convinced she can try her boyfriend tomorrow.