NOVPUBBrenda wrapped her arms around his monstrous cock, struggling to even encircle it fully, and pressed her heavy breasts against it.
Her warm, soft flesh molded around the thick shaft, creating a plush, glistening valley for him to sink into.
Slowly, she began to move, sliding her breasts up and down along his length.
The sensation was decadent, her creamy skin gliding smoothly with the help of lingering slickness.
She squeezed her breasts tighter around him, her arms pressing inward to create more pressure, and moved her body in a steady, sensual rhythm.
Ross let out a hiss of pleasure, his head tipping back for a brief moment as he savored the feel of her smothering him with her incredible assets.
Brenda peeked up at him through her lashes, noting his reaction. It gave her a small spark of confidence.
If she could satisfy him like this — if she could bring him over the edge again without letting him enter her — maybe she could still win this battle.
She picked up the pace, her breasts sliding faster and tighter, her movements smooth and skilled.
Her nipples grazed his shaft with every pass, sending little shocks of sensation through her own body.
"Ahhhhh…" Brenda bit her lip to stifle a moan; even she couldn't deny how lewdly thrilling it felt to be reduced to this — to be using her body so brazenly to tame a cock so impossibly large.
Ross watched her with hungry eyes, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, resisting the urge to simply grab her and take what he wanted.
He enjoyed the sight far too much — the look of concentration on Brenda's face, the way her breasts enveloped him, the desperate hope glimmering in her eyes.
But Brenda could feel it too — the tension building again, the subtle pulse of his cock thickening between her breasts.
She worked harder, faster, her breathing growing ragged as she squeezed her soft mounds around him as tightly as she could.
She wanted to bring him to climax again. She needed to.
Still, a dark thought lingered at the back of her mind: What if it's not enough?
Even now, she could see that Ross's stamina was monstrous, unnatural.
Even if she milked another load from him with her breasts, would it truly be enough to satisfy him?
Or was this just the beginning of a long, merciless night?
Several minutes later, Brenda had her answer.
Pew.
Pew.
Pew.
Ross finally allowed himself to release once again, his powerful orgasm spraying thick ropes of cum across Brenda's face and chest.
The first heavy shot struck her cheek, smearing down to her lips, and the next splattered across the soft curves of her heaving breasts, dripping down her flushed skin in glistening streams.
Brenda flinched slightly at the force, but she didn't move away.
She sat there, gasping, dazed, her body coated in the sticky evidence of Ross's satisfaction. Or so she thought.
Despite the massive load he had just poured onto her, Ross's monstrous cock remained rock-hard, standing tall and unyielding between them, a testament to his inhuman stamina.
His eyes, dark and hungry, stared down at her, and Brenda dared to hope — maybe, just maybe, this would be enough.
That tiny flicker of hope gleamed in her eyes.
But Ross crushed it without hesitation.
"More," he said, his voice cool and merciless. "I'm still not satisfied, Brenda. You need to do better."
He didn't reach for her. He didn't force her. Instead, he leaned back casually, arms resting behind his head, letting the weight of expectation settle heavily on her trembling shoulders.
Brenda's heart pounded in her chest, loud enough that she was sure he could hear it.
Her limbs felt weak, her skin sticky and hot, but she knew she had no choice. Slowly, her movements heavy with dread, she obeyed.
Her fingers slid down her sides, trembling slightly, and she hooked them into the waistband of her last piece of clothing — her panties.
She hesitated for only a heartbeat before she pulled them down, inch by inch, baring herself completely before him.
The panties slid down her legs and pooled at her ankles before she kicked them aside without a second thought.
Now fully naked, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Ross's thick thighs, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him.
The sight before her was intimidating beyond belief. Ross's cock stood like a pillar between them — fifteen inches of veiny, pulsing flesh, angry and demanding.
It looked too big for any woman to handle, much less for Brenda's trembling, petite frame.
She swallowed hard and reached down between them, guiding the monstrous shaft toward her dripping pussy.
Even before she aligned him properly, she could feel the intense heat radiating off his cock, could feel her own wetness slicking her trembling thighs.
Brenda hovered above him, her slick folds brushing against the flared, throbbing head.
She gasped at the contact — even that was enough to make her body quiver.
She tried to lower herself, tried to force her body to obey — but fear and doubt gripped her.
A flash of Mick's face — her husband — crossed her mind.
Guilt and shame warred with desperation inside her. She couldn't do this.
She couldn't betray him completely, even if everything else about tonight was already wrong.
Her body trembled violently, and despite Ross's expectant stare, she couldn't bring herself to descend any further.
Time dragged painfully on.
After a long, tense minute of inactivity, Ross's voice cut through the heavy silence like a whip.
"Move," he growled, his tone low and dangerous. "Or you'll regret this."
Brenda closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to do it — but she couldn't.
Tears of frustration welled up at the corners of her eyes as she shook her head, her voice barely a whisper.
"I... I can't..."
For a brief moment, a flicker of disappointment crossed Ross's face — but it quickly hardened into cold amusement.
"Fine," he said simply, his voice devoid of warmth.
Without another glance at Brenda, he turned his head slightly and called out:
"Come here, Colleen. Let's have some real fun."
At his command, another woman stepped into view — Colleen.
