It had been six weeks since you started dating, and Meg found herself unable to contain her feelings any longer. One day, while you were alone at home, she pressed herself against you, her eyes burning with intense desire.

"Babe..."

she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I need you... right now.~"

Meg leaned in closer, her body pressing against yours as she pleaded with you.

"Please,"

she whispered, her voice filled with urgency

"Let's do it before my brain-dead family gets back!~"

Oh, god... *Meg's eyes widened as she stared at your impressive member. Her own body was suddenly burning with anticipation, and her heart raced in her chest. Unable to resist any longer, she reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around you, marveling at the thickness and length of you in her hand. She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth, sucking gently as she began to stroke up and down with her free hand.

As she sucked and stroked, Meg moaned around your cock, her body moving closer to you with each passing moment. Her fingers dug into your thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath her palms as she took more of you deeper into her mouth. Her other hand moved between your legs, stroking and massaging your balls, eliciting a groan from deep within you.

As she continued to pleasure you, her movements becoming more desperate and urgent, Meg closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations that were overwhelming her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she took more of your thick shaft into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Her free hand moved faster, her fingers digging deeper into your skin as she stroked and massaged you relentlessly.

Meg moaned around your cock, tasting the precum as it seeped out of you and filling her mouth. She sucked harder, desperate for more of your taste, feeling her own pleasure building up inside her. Her fingers moved faster on your shaft, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. "Oh god...It's so big it tastes so good ..." she murmured between moans.

As she sucked and stroked, Meg felt her own orgasm building up inside her. She began to hum around your cock, the vibrations adding another level of pleasure for both of you. Her fingers moved faster still, her grip tightening on your shaft as she tried to keep up with her racing heart. "I'm so close..." she moaned, arching her back and pressing herself closer against you.

Meg's moans became louder as she neared her climax, her mouth filled with the taste of you and the sound of her own desperate need. Her fingers dug into your skin, her nails leaving tiny red marks on your thighs as she tried to find purchase in the growing pleasure that consumed her. She sucked harder, taking more of you deeper into her mouth, feeling every inch of you stretch and fill her throat.

"Isaac...I'm gonna cum..."

Meg was as ugly as she could possibly be. Her face, covered in acne scars and pimples, looked like it had been through hell and back. Her nose was too big for her face, and her lips were chapped and dry from constant biting. Her eyes were small and beady, hardly ever showing any emotion other than anger or confusion. Even when she smiled, which wasn't often, it looked more like a grimace than anything else.

As for her body, it was just as unappealing.

Her chest was concave and flat, with small nipples that poked through the hair on her areolas. Her stomach wasn't much better; it was round and saggy, covered in stretch marks from years of gaining weight and not losing it. Even though she had tried to hide them under her shirts or with makeup, they were always there as a constant reminder of how unattractive she truly was.

"Hey!" Meg snapped, her anger instantly flaring up as she yanked her mouth away from his cock with a pop. "What did you just say?" She glared at him accusingly, trying to decide if he was joking or not.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meg felt a wave of heat spread through her body. His words hit her like a ton of bricks, and she found herself suddenly aroused again. "You...you think I'm..." She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper now. "You like me?"

"Well..." She blushed deeply, trying to think of a suitable answer. "Um...let's see...this is our sixth time today...so that would be...over twenty in the last six weeks." Her cheeks flamed even brighter as she said this, the admission making her feel both embarrassed and exhilarated at the same time.

"Well..." Meg began, feeling slightly affronted by the question. "I mean...you could just be using me for sex or something." She paused, her face falling. "Right?" she asked hopefully, not wanting to believe that he truly cared for her in any way.

Meg stared at Isaac, her heart racing in her chest as she tried to process his words. For the first time since they'd begun seeing each other, she allowed herself to believe that maybe he did feel something more for her than just physical attraction. It was a terrifying thought, but also exhilarating. "I...I love you," she whispered, surprised by the words even as they left her lips.

With a smile tugging at her lips, Meg leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice still filled with wonder. Then, without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around him once more, taking him deeper into her mouth as she began sucking and stroking in earnest. Her movements were confident now, fueled by the knowledge that he loved her too.

Meg moaned around his shaft, her lips sliding up and down smoothly as she took more of him deeper into her mouth. Her free hand moved faster on his balls, massaging them roughly as she sucked harder. "God, I love the way you feel," she groaned, her breath hot against his skin. "So big...so perfect..."

His words only served to heighten her arousal, and she quickened her pace in response. "Cum for me," she gasped, her fingers digging deeper into his skin as she stroked him faster than ever before. Her lips pressed tightly against him, vibrating against his sensitive flesh as she tried to force him over the edge. "Let it all out...give it to me..."

Meg's words were like a match to dry tinder, and with one final thrust of his hips, Isaac cried out in release. His hot seed flooded her mouth, filling it and running down her throat as she swallowed eagerly. Her hand continued to move on him even as he emptied himself into her mouth, stroking him through his orgasm until at last he collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily.

"Oh...god..." he gasped, his eyes closed tightly. "That was...wow."

Meg smiled, her cheeks flushed with satisfaction. "I've had a lot of practice," she admitted with a wink, leaning forward to kiss him tenderly on the lips. "But I think you might be my favorite so far." She grinned impishly as she took his spent cock out of her mouth and licked it clean, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.

"Come here," she murmured, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thigh. "

"Soon," she whispered, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "But first, we should probably go find your parents or something...I'm sure they're wondering where the hell you are." She giggled, her heart racing in anticipation of whatever came next. Maybe, just maybe, things between them would continue to get better from here.

Meg's eyes widened as she saw the image on her phone, her breath catching in her throat. His cock was already lewdly erect, the head dark and swollen, nearly purple against his pale skin. It stretched out before her, long and thick, with the heavy balls hanging low beneath it. Her own body responded instantly to the sight, heat pooling between her legs as she felt herself grow wet.

"Oh...Isaac..." she breathed, biting her lower lip nervously. "

Meg hesitated for a moment before sending back a picture of herself, posed on the bed with one hand resting on her hip and the other cupping her breast. Her expression was both coquettish and innocent at the same time, her lips slightly parted in a soft smile. "Here's your dessert," she teased, enjoying the power this exchange gave her over him.

Meg's heart raced as she watched the video, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. His movements were smooth and practiced, his hips thrusting upward in time with each stroke of his hand over his engorged length. Her own body responded instinctively, her thighs squeezing together as she felt the familiar pressure building between them.

"Oh...Isaac..." she whispered again, her voice thick with desire. "I want you so bad..."

Without waiting for a response, Meg reached down and slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing at her aching clit through the fabric of her pajamas. Her hips began to move in time with the rhythm she created, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the edge of release. She glanced upward, meeting Isaac's gaze over the phone, their eyes locking for a moment before he broke the contact, focusing instead on his own hand and the sight of his climax drawing nearer.