'Damn...She's so hot… so fucking hot.'
Her breast filled his hand with decadent warmth, molding perfectly to his touch as if shaped just for him. His fingers sank into her softness, kneading slowly, reverently, savoring the silken give beneath his palm. He squeezed again, deeper this time, and the plush weight of her sent a pulse through him—a quiet, aching hunger that threatened to devour him whole.
And then she moved.
Not randomly. Not aimlessly.
She moved with him.
It began with the faintest shift—a graceful, almost instinctive arch of her back.
Then, with deliberate slowness, she pushed her hips backward, the curve of her fattened ass pressing flush against him. The contact was sinful—soft, warm, and maddeningly firm.
Steve's breath hitched, caught somewhere between a gasp and a groan, as the weight of her against his hardened length sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through his core.
Her ass was… incredible. Full. Voluptuous. Warm. It swallowed the space between them as it nestled against his growing arousal. And then—she started to move.
A slow, torturous roll, up and down, tracing the shape of his cock through the thin fabric of his pants.
'Holy shit.' he thought, eyes wide in the dark.
'She's… she's grinding on me.'
He could barely breathe. His hand—still wrapped around her breast—squeezed again, this time with more urgency, and following that was her moan—soft and breathy—slipped out like a whisper meant only for him.
"Mmmm..."
His cock throbbed with aching urgency, caught in the sweltering heat between her body and the slow, deliberate rhythm of her movements. Each subtle push of her ass—plush, commanding, impossibly soft—sent electric pulses through his spine, tightening his grip on reality. She wasn't rushed.
No—this was a dance of hunger and mastery. Every roll of her hips, every teasing grind, was drenched in purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the knowledge alone made his restraint slip, unraveling him inch by inch.
And then her hand reached back.
Her fingers found his, the ones kneading her chest, and wrapped around them gently. She didn't stop him—she guided him, as if to say, "Don't stop. Keep going."
His hand moved again, cupping her breast with reverence, fingers teasing the peak through her shirt. The fabric did little to hide the way she hardened under his touch.
'Dang! she's incredible.' he thought.
'So responsive. So soft.'
The pleasure was consuming him. It raced through his chest, twisted in his gut, and settled hot and pulsing between his legs. He thrust lightly, instinctively, letting the motion match hers. The friction. The pressure. Her body was a furnace, and every movement pulled him deeper into the storm of it.
Fiona, too, was being devoured by the heat.
She bit her lip, eyes shut in the dark, her breathing fast but quiet. The heat between her thighs was maddening—an ache that pulsed in time with every squeeze of his hand, along with every grind of his hips.
'I...I shouldn't want this.' she thought.
'So why....why am I loving it...ohh...Stevien!'
Her massive ass rolled against him once more—slower, deeper—drawing out the delicious friction of his hardened length trapped between them.
His breath was shallow, matching the pounding of his heart. His hand slipped downward once more, gliding from the gentle curve of her breasts to the full, irresistible expanse of her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze—soft, yielding, and impossibly plush beneath his touch.
The sensation sent a pulse of heat surging through him, his arousal intensifying with each second. She let out a soft moan, barely audible, as if trying to suppress it, yet she didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed her hips back toward him, inviting more. Encouraged, he continued, kneading her supple flesh, lost in the way it molded so perfectly beneath his hands.
'What am I doing?' Fiona's thought surged like a whisper through her mind.
'We shouldn't… we shouldn't be doing this....we should stop right...'
But her body betrayed her. She remained still, letting his touch travel, her breath ragged.
'...This...this feeling...mmm...I think...I want this.' she thought, a flush creeping up her neck.
'I want him.'
His fingers edged closer to the source of heat, and just as the moment deepened—
Step.
Step.
Step.
Steve froze. His ears twitched.
'What the hell…?' he thought, brows furrowing.
Footsteps. Faint, but quick. Drawing closer. Instinctively, he withdrew his hands from Fiona and rolled onto his side, feigning sleep. His eyes shut tight, body still.
The steps continued… then slowed as silence filled the room, thick with tension.
'Damn it...Who is that?' he wondered, blood still surging with heat.
'I can't get caught… Not now.'
He remained frozen, breath held. Slowly, the footsteps grew faint. Whoever it was… they were walking away.
He exhaled quietly. The pressure in his chest eased.
'That was close.' he thought.
'Too close.'
He didn't move for a while. Just lay there, facing the other way. His mind raced, but his body gradually calmed.
Then, slowly, he turned his head, glancing at Fiona.
She hadn't moved. Her back was still to him, as it had been.
'Hmm...it actually worked.- he thought, watching her closely.
'It actually worked…'
There was awe in his expression, a hint of satisfaction rising in his chest.
'the meat trick work… She's into me. She wanted it.'
A crooked smile crept onto his face.
'All I did was write about the chicken and its traits and with a single con...' he thought, slightly shaking his head in disbelief.
'...I managed to get her.'
His thoughts shifted.
'Well, if it worked on Fiona… it probably worked on Maggie and Tonya too. That's what I need to test next.'
He leaned back, resting his head into the pillow.
'I've gotten what I need from Fiona.'
he thought, expression unreadable now.
'Right now...She's not my target… Not yet.'
He turned again, getting comfortable.
'She'll make good company. A way to pass time...but until then...I have bigger fish to catch...literally.'
He smirked to himself.
'Tomorrow… I'll test Maggie and Tonya....yeah...tomorrow's gonna be a good day.'
His eyes closed, body relaxing.
'For now… rest.'
Silence returned to the room. A soft breeze brushed the curtain again.
And yet… Fiona's eyes were open.
Wide open.
She lay there, completely still, her breathing controlled.
But her mind?
Racing.
'....What the fuck just happened?' she thought, heart beating wildly in her chest.
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