Her faded t-shirt hung loose over her flat chest, the sleeves swallowing her wiry arms,Big Tits and her cock pressed lightly against the sweats, a subtle weight she’d come to accept. She looked up–his height towering, his smile steady–and her breath hitched, irritation mixing with raw want.

Ken’s smile sharpened, and he grabbed her wrist, his grip strong. He pulled back slow, a string of cum and spit stretching before snapping, and wiped his mouth with his hand, his finger slipping out of her ass with a faint pop.

She slumped, panting hard, her brown eyes glazed, her short hair sticking to her sweat-soaked forehead. Second set, four, her tank clinging, her breath ragged, her eyes on his thighs.