#cw.packing

MAKI

who takes you on dates in those tight jeans, a little baggy round the crotch but you know what's hiding there, what she subtly squeezes in the darkness of the booth while you're sat plastered to her side, sipping a beer or a cocktail, listening half heartedly to what Mai is saying. You can feel her tense, feel her smirk and reach down, hand drifting up your skirt and tracing over the pudge of your thighs, daring you to look down and see her dance over to her own thighs, then her crotch and then what's at her crotch. She can feel the heat bursting over your cheeks, the way you stutter and fidget and suddenly need to find the toilets because "m not feeling too good guys, i'm sorry, be right back,"

and Maki follows, as the perfect caring girlfriend who's packing heavy silicon in her trousers that she stuffs down your throat the second she locks the door behind you. Unbuttoned, zip tugged down, shaft and matching balls hanging out, and frothy with your saliva, thrusting to the back of your throat with every pitched moan. Hand cupping the back of your head, guiding you up and down, up and down, "Use you're tongue too angel, you know I love it,". God she wishes she could feel it, feel the way you're lathing her cock with kisses and swallowing so tightly and so thickly around it.

SASHA

has some of the fattest, thickest thighs you've ever seen and the way she spreads them, even unconsciously stirs something deep in your gut. It's even better thought, when she man spreads while you're on top, wearing her little rugby shorts that are too tight over the fat of her pussy and cut deep into her muscled thighs. Knees parted, hips pitched in just the right way so that you're spread as much as her, tendons screaming and body struggling to buck into her teasing. Sasha has one hand over your hip, snaking round behind you, spreading your ass more than it already is, dipping into your parted folds and hissing, "You got some nerve spreading yourself like that," even though she's the one spreading you out nice and wide, nice and open.

She can stay like this all day, spread and locking you open, fingers deep in your fluttering hole and knuckles knocking hard against your clit that is exposed no matter how much you squirm and writhe. Sure, you're perched a little higher than her, on your knees and whimpering into the crown of her head, but Sasha loves it, adores this position cause not only are you spread out and immobile for her to play with; her face is also mashed into your tits and there's no place she'd rather be than biting and sucking and nuzzling your engorged flesh.

MOMO

she's so cheeky, in a graceful way? It's your fifth date, the first time you were sleeping over, and only the second time you two had touched intimately. Sure, the night went uneventfully, a few heavy kisses on the sofa with some even heavier petting, Momo rolling you against her thigh and swallowing your desperate little whines with every throb of your clit. But - nothing else happened really, you two said goodnight, kisses again, you touched her tit with a muted, sleepy 'm-mommy please' and parted ways. Easy.