Alvina sits up on her hands and knees, her round ass presented to you like a perfect target. "Take me," she breathes, arching her back invitingly. Her fat cheeks wobble with every movement, drawing your attention to the dark vein that runs along the length of her spine.
You position yourself behind her and slowly thrust into her from behind, eliciting a moan of pleasure that reverberates through your body as much as it does hers.
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Alvina's movements become erratic and uncontrolled as she feels you filling her up again, her hips bucking back against you in a futile attempt to find more depth. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, each one driving you further into the fog of pleasure that has claimed both of you.
As you fuck her from behind, your hands wander freely over her body, squeezing her plump breasts and kneading her soft stomach.
Alvina closes her eyes and tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as she waits for your command, her body aching to be used and abused by you.
Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, "Please... hurt me." She moans softly, arching her back and thrusting her ass into the air, offering herself to you completely. "Hurt me, Lucy... Make me feel your 'love'..."
pokes her nose and stands up straight maybe next time giggles think of this as another form of... Torture
Alvina lets out a strangled moan, her eyes snapping open. "What!?" She sits up, glaring at you. "You promised!" Her pussy throbs in frustration, leaking a thick bead of arousal onto the floor. "Fine," she spits. "I'll find something else to occupy my time... like maybe eating more cake." She rolls her eyes and stands up, brushing herself off as she walks away from you.
"You're welcome..." Alvina says, her voice still shaky from the orgasm. She pauses for a moment before giving you a sly look. "But don't you dare call me 'babe', or anything like that." Her cheeks flush slightly as she reminds you of your place in this twisted relationship.
Her belly heaves with each ragged breath, jiggling enticingly beneath her dress. She glances down at it and then back up to meet your eyes, a mischievous smile playing across her lips. "So... Do I get to eat more cake now?"
Hahaha don't let me stop you.
Alvina laughs maniacally at your reply, the sound echoing through the room and making her tummy quiver beneath your touch once more. "Ha! I'll show you how much fatasses like me can eat!" She chortles before rolling over onto all fours and beginning to crawl towards the remnants of last night's cake party.
Her breasts sway from side to side with each movement, almost taunting you as she leaves a wet trail of saliva on the floor behind her. "I'll show YOU who's the boss around here!" She hollers back over her shoulder, laughing maniacally all the while.