Chapter 81: (81)Little Egg
Daniel finally released one of her fat, jiggly ass cheeks.
He raised his left knee and drove it forward hard between her tightly clenched thighs, forcing them wide open with steady, dominant pressure. The thick, hard muscle of his thigh slammed directly against the soaked, darkened, almost-transparent crotch of her black lace panties. The heat of his leg met the dripping, overheated softness of her cunt through the thin, sticky fabric that was already plastered to every swollen fold and the hard outline of the vibrator inside her.
Elise’s eyes flew wide. A fresh, high-pitched, muffled whimper vibrated desperately behind her palms as sharp, electric sparks of forced pleasure shot straight up her spine and made her toes curl hard inside her heels.
Daniel gave her no chance to close her legs again. He rolled his raised knee in slow, filthy, deliberate circles, grinding the solid muscle against her puffy, juice-slick pussy lips and the hard little egg still buried deep inside her. Each grinding motion produced loud, wet, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick sounds as her thick, creamy cunt juice was smeared across his pants and the already-ruined lace. The fabric was so completely soaked it clung like a second skin, clearly outlining the soft shape of her lips, the slit between them, and the toy that kept shifting with every press of his knee.
He leaned in closer, still latched onto one heavy, spit-shiny breast, sucking hard and deep with wet, greedy, filthy noises while his hands returned to her overflowing ass. He spread the soft, heavy cheeks wide open against the cold mirror, fingers sinking deep into the plush, warm flesh until it bulged obscenely between them. All the while his raised knee kept working her crotch without a single pause — slow, grinding, possessive strokes that forced the vibrator to rub relentlessly against her most sensitive inner walls.
Up.
Down.
Tight circular grinds.
Firm, punishing presses that pushed the buzzing toy even deeper and made fresh gushes of thick juice squelch out around it in wet pulses.
Elise’s thick thighs trembled violently around his leg. Long, sticky, glistening strands of her juices stretched and snapped between the soaked panties and the dark wet patch spreading across his pants every time he eased his knee back even a fraction. The sharp contrast of the freezing mirror glass against her bare, spread ass and the hot, relentless pressure against her cunt made her hips twitch and roll helplessly, almost riding his thigh without meaning to. Her bare, spit-coated breasts heaved and jiggled against his face with every shaky, ragged breath. Shame burned scorching hot across her cheeks, neck, and chest — she was a married woman, the elegant head attendant everyone respected, and right now she was grinding her dripping, toy-stuffed pussy against a customer’s knee while he sucked her tits and spread her ass open like she was nothing more than a free-use slut.
Daniel had thoroughly enjoyed her married breasts, marking the soft flesh and stiff nipples with rough sucks, wet licks, and light bites until they were shiny, reddened, spit-streaked, and clearly claimed. Touch of Lust had been working at full strength the entire time, flooding every nerve in her body with overwhelming sensation until she was a trembling, leaking, glassy-eyed mess.
His eyes darkened with pure hunger.
He decided it was time to take it further. He didn’t have unlimited time in the changing room.
While still sucking hard on one spit-slick nipple (making her whimper and spasm against him), he slid his hands away from her fat ass and quickly unbuckled his pants. The black fabric dropped in one smooth motion to the floor. He shoved his underwear down with it. His thick, veined, fully hard cock sprang free, the swollen head already glistening with a thick bead of precum that threatened to drip.
Without wasting a single second, his hand hooked into the soaked waistband of her black lace panties and yanked them roughly down her thighs. The cold air of the room immediately kissed her wet, exposed sex. Elise shivered hard from head to toe, neck arching sharply, a broken, high-pitched moan escaping under the cover of her palms as her eyes squeezed shut in a haze of forced pleasure and rising panic. Her mind felt foggy and slow, overwhelmed by the sudden emptiness and the cool air on her overheated cunt.
Her crotch came fully into view under the bright lights — smooth, completely hairless, glistening with thick juices, the soft pink lips puffy, swollen, and parted just enough for the little pink tip of the vibrator to peek out from between them. Fresh, creamy wetness coated everything and had already begun to run down the inner soft skin of her thighs in shiny trails.
Daniel’s heart thumped wildly in his chest.
A woman always looked most beautiful right before she was about to get fucked.
He backed away just half a step to take in the full, filthy sight of her: bare tits marked with dark suck-marks and shiny with spit, skirt bunched tightly at her waist, panties stretched around her thighs, legs trembling, cunt dripping and still toy-stuffed against the mirror.
She should be a model, he thought, mouth watering. Perfect, fuckable curves. Body so soft it looked made for using as a pillow. Seductive enough that men would pay just for the chance to watch her bend over and show that fat ass.
His hunger turned completely feral.
Like a dog in heat he pounced.
His left arm slid around her waist and yanked her hard against his naked body. Her massive, soft breasts flattened heavily against his firm chest, nipples dragging across his skin. The hot, swollen head of his cock slapped wetly and directly against her bare, dripping crotch, startling her. Her eyes flew open wide in sudden, panicked realization, but it was already far too late.
She tried to resist weakly, hands leaving her mouth for a second in a futile push. Daniel immediately snatched the pink remote from her fingers with a quick, firm grab. In the same smooth, powerful motion he spun her around and shoved her front-first against the cold reflective mirror with a solid thud.
Her massive breasts flattened hard against the freezing glass, stiff, spit-shiny nipples scraping and pressing against the cold surface. Her bare ass pushed out reflexively toward him — wide, peach-shaped, full of soft, heavy, jiggling meat that bounced from the force of the push alone. The kind of thick, perfect ass that jiggled with every step she took when she walked through the boutique.
Daniel stared down at the thick, spreadable cheeks now offered to him, his cock throbbing and leaking against the soft, warm flesh, ready to claim what he had already decided was his.