The Discussion

Frida stands fuming until she pushes Toby onto the couch and lays out her suspicions. He just smiles up at her, warm and shameless. Her voice cracks, then dies. She drops into his lap, kisses him hard, and the argument melts into heat. Hands tear at clothes. Her big, natural breasts bounce free, nipples tight. Toby slides two fingers between her thighs, finds her wet, and strokes until she whimpers. She frees his cock, wraps her lips around it, and takes him deep. Spit glistens on her chin as she bobs faster. When she can’t wait any longer, she straddles him, sinks down, and rides—slow at first, then grinding harder. The view stays first-person: her tits in his face, her pussy gripping him tight. She leans back, takes every inch, moaning louder each time she drops. He grips her hips, thrusts up to meet her, and finally pulls out, painting thick ropes across her flushed cheeks and parted lips.