Today, after my wife and I spent all afternoon getting busy, we wandered into the living room to figure out dinner. I’d pulled my clothes back on, but she didn’t bother. She stayed completely naked, this unashamed, glowing fertility goddess walking through the apartment like she owned every square inch of air.
When she opened UberEATS, she eased her soft, heavy ass back into me, pinning me against the wall without even looking up from her phone.
As she scrolled through pizza options, I let my hands wander over her full tummy and fat udders, feeling the way her big brown nipples tightened under my fingertips. She tried to pretend she wasn’t reacting, just calmly reading off menu items as if nothing was happening… but a soft moan would slip out between her words, giving her away completely. And every few seconds she’d roll her hips back into me, slow and needy, like she couldn’t help herself.
While one part of her was trying to stay focused on the food, the other part was melting under my touch. A half-slut, half-fatass battle happening right in front of me, right up against my crotch.
By the time my hand drifted lower, feeling how warm and responsive she was getting, I honestly couldn’t tell what was turning her on more: my touch, or the thought of her stuffing her face.