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I woke up much later than usual. By the time I hit the pavement, it was 2:00 AM, and a biting Chicago winter chill was sweeping through the empty streets. My stomach was growling, driving me to hunt for a late-night diner. Luckily, I spotted a small, dimly lit joint at the corner that was still open. The owner, Frank, was a burly, intimidating man with a scarred face. As I walked in, he slammed a massive cleaver onto the wooden counter, popped a cigarette between his lips, and gave me a cold stare. When I asked if there was anything left to eat, he rejected me with a heavy, hostile grunt, turning his back to aggressively wipe down his cutting board.
I stood there for a second, weighing my options, when a stunning vision suddenly materialized in the doorway. It was a breathtakingly beautiful woman named Sienna, wearing a skin-tight, painted-on yoga outfit.
Her Breasts: They were absolutely colossal. The cleavage was so deep and prominent I felt like I could bury my entire head between them.
The Lactation: Her tight top offered no protection; her stiff nipples were completely outlined, and I noticed a distinct wetness soaking through the fabric. She was lactating.
Her Hips: A massive, perfectly sculpted ass that swayed beautifully with every step, showcasing a heavy, plump mound in the front. She was the definition of raw temptation.
As she brushed past me, a primitive impulse took over. I reached out and gently cupped her heavy backside. The flesh was incredibly soft, almost melting into my palm, and I found myself utterly unable to let go. My fingers began to slide downward, inching toward her tight crotch.
Suddenly, instead of screaming, Sienna turned toward her brute of a husband, leaning her hands flat against the counter, arching her back, and hoisting her massive rear high into the air.
Seeing the green light, I didn't hesitate. I unbuckled my belt, letting my trousers drop straight down to my ankles. Grabbing her plump hips with both hands, I pulled out my throbbing, rock-hard cock and began frictioning it against her tight yoga pants. The fabric was so thin that I could feel her escalating wetness soaking straight through the material. A wild rage of lust consumed me; I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes to shreds and drill her until she broke.
My shaft was burning, feeling as though it might burst. I pulled her ass tight against my groin, letting her soft flesh envelop my erection. Her pussy was overflowing, leaking more fluids the harder I rubbed. Unable to contain the overwhelming stimulation, I let out a low groan and blew a massive, hot load of semen.
Sienna whipped her head around, deliberately catching my warm fluid. It splattered across her flushed face, smeared over her heavy breasts, and dripped directly into her open mouth. She looked utterly satisfied, rolling the warm cream around her tongue before using her fingers to wipe the stray drops off her chest, licking them clean with a dâm đãng smirk.
Frank, however, was far from pleased. He lunged for his cleaver, ready to hack me to pieces, but Sienna instantly stepped in, blocking him. She spoke in a low, soothing tone, apologizing on my behalf and pacifying his rage, while I knelt directly beneath her beautiful, heavy ass.
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