Heavy Curves, Soaked Panties

Rain hammered the windows of the little roadside diner so hard it felt like we were inside a fish tank. I was finishing my third glass of red when I noticed Lena, my neighbor from the hotel room, watching me over the rim of her own glass. Her full cheeks were flushed, her heavy tits rising and falling under the thin blouse, her wet lips slightly parted.

"You keep staring at my tits, Danny," she giggled, her voice low and a little husky. "Or is it the wine doing the talking?"

"I'm just picturing what they'd look like without that blouse," I shot back, not breaking eye contact. My hand found its way to her soft thigh under the table. She didn't pull away. Instead, she spread her knees wider, and I could feel the heat radiating off her thick legs.

She was a real thick bitch—wide hips, a huge soft ass that jiggled with every little move. And that's exactly what was driving me crazy. I wanted to bury myself in that fat, in those rolls, in that warm, wet pussy that I knew was already dripping.

"Then let's get to the room before I come right here just from you looking at me," she whispered, biting her lip.

We barely waited for the check. Running through the rain to the hotel, Lena giggled and grabbed my hand. Her dress was soaked, clinging to every pound of her gorgeous body. In the elevator, I pinned her against the wall, shoved my hand up her skirt, and found her panties instantly soaked.

"Fuck, you're already dripping, fat girl," I growled in her ear.

"What, you thought fat girls can't get wet?" she laughed, grabbing my crotch hard. "Whoa, that's a real pole you got there. All for me, yeah?"

We didn't even bother turning on the light in the room. Just the dim lamp by the bed. Lena peeled off her dress in one motion. Her massive body swayed—heavy tits with dark nipples, a round belly with soft folds, wide hips, and between them, her smooth-shaven pussy already glistening. She was so wet that drops were running down her inner thighs.

"So, you gonna just stare, or are you gonna fuck your neighbor?" she asked, lying on her back and spreading her thick legs. The fat lips of her pussy parted, revealing a pink, dripping slit.

I dropped to my knees, grabbed her hips, and dove face-first. My tongue slid between the fat folds, found her clit—it was big, swollen, like a little plum. Lena moaned loudly, grabbing my hair.

"Yesss, lick my fat pussy… deeper, Danny… oh fuck, that's so good!"

I sucked her clit, shoved my tongue into her hot hole, and kneaded her huge, soft ass with my hands. She shook all over, her thick thighs squeezing my head. The smell of her arousal was thick, sweet, maddening.

"Enough, I want your cock!" she gasped, pushing my head away. "Lie down."

I lay on my back. Lena climbed on top, heavy and slow. Her thick body loomed over me—huge tits swinging in my face, her belly pressing against mine. She took my hard dick and slowly sank down. Her pussy was incredibly hot, tight, and soaked. The fat lips wrapped around the whole shaft.

"Ohhh, so thick… stretching me out," she moaned, starting to move. Her ass slapped against my thighs with a loud, wet sound. Every time she dropped down, her fat rippled in waves. I grabbed her heavy tits, squeezed her nipples.

"Fuck me harder, you fat slut," I growled, thrusting up into her. "I want to feel that thick pussy milk me dry."

Lena sped up, her breathing ragged, her moans turning into squeals. She leaned forward, pressing her wet tits against my face.

"Suck them… yeah, just like that… I'm gonna come, Danny… aaaah!"

Her pussy started clenching hard, and hot liquid gushed out of her. She squirted all over my stomach, trembling in her full, plush glory. I couldn't hold back. I flipped her onto her side, threw one thick leg over my shoulder, and started pounding her from the side, deep and hard.

"Come inside me… flood my fat pussy," she rasped, staring into my eyes.

I drove into her one last time and shot. Hot streams of cum blasted straight into her womb. Lena shuddered, her pussy still pulsing, milking every last drop out of me.

We lay there, breathing hard. Her soft body pressed against mine, slick with sweat and our combined juices. The rain was still pounding outside.

"You know," Lena laughed softly, tracing a finger across my chest, "if it rains again tomorrow, we could do this again… but in the shower. I want to watch you wash my big ass."

"Deal, fat girl," I said, kissing her damp temple. "Just make sure you grab a stronger bottle of wine this time."