The doorbell rang at exactly 2:17 p.m.
Ava's heart jumped with wicked excitement. She had been waiting in nothing but a single white towel wrapped loosely around her body — the same one she had used after her shower. It barely covered the tops of her heavy breasts and stopped just below the curve of her ass. One wrong move and it would fall. Perfect.
She opened the door slowly.
Tyler stood there in his tight black delivery uniform, the package in one hand, his eyes widening the second he saw her. The young 22-year-old delivery driver froze for a full second, taking in the sight: Ava's damp hair falling over her shoulders, water droplets still glistening on her collarbone, the towel clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her nipples were already hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric.
"Uh… Ava Bennett?" he managed, voice slightly hoarse. "Package for you. You… you need to sign."
Ava smiled innocently, but her eyes were anything but. "Come inside so I can find a pen. It's somewhere in the living room."
Tyler hesitated for half a second, then stepped in. The door clicked shut behind him. The house smelled faintly of her body lotion and something sweeter — pure sex already hanging in the air.
Ava turned and walked ahead of him, hips swaying. She pretended to search on the coffee table, bending over slightly. The towel rode up dangerously. Tyler's eyes dropped straight to the bottom curve of her ass.
She "accidentally" knocked a pen off the table.
"Oh no," she said softly, turning her back fully to him. She bent down slowly to pick it up — legs straight, ass pushed out, the towel rising higher and higher until her bare, smooth pussy was completely exposed to him. Pink, puffy, already glistening with fresh wetness.
Tyler's breath caught audibly. His cock surged hard against his uniform pants.
Ava straightened up, still facing away, and "accidentally" let the towel slip from her body. It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked in front of him. Her heavy breasts hung free, nipples dark and hard. Her round ass and dripping pussy on full display.
Tyler's control snapped.
He grabbed her from behind in one fast motion, one strong arm wrapping around her waist, the other sliding straight between her thighs. His fingers found her soaked slit instantly.
"Stop fucking playing, Ava," he growled low in her ear, voice rough with lust. "You've been teasing me since the first time I saw you. You want this cock that bad? Then take it."
Ava smiled — a slow, sinister, hungry smile. "Yes," she whispered. "Fuck me like the slut I am."
Tyler didn't need another word. He spun her around and slammed her back against the living room wall. His fingers plunged into her pussy — two thick digits stretching her immediately, curling hard against her G-spot. Ava moaned loudly, head falling back against the wall.
"Fuck… you're soaked," Tyler groaned, pumping his fingers faster. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as he finger-fucked her roughly, thumb grinding her swollen clit. "This married pussy is dripping for a delivery boy's cock. Pathetic."
Ava's hips bucked against his hand. "Harder… please…"
He added a third finger, stretching her wide, pounding into her until her legs shook. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked her thigh over his shoulder, and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue attacked her clit — fast, aggressive licks mixed with hard suction — while three fingers kept fucking her mercilessly.
Ava came hard within seconds, screaming, thighs clamping around his head, juices flooding his mouth. Tyler drank every drop, then stood up, wiping his chin.
He freed his massive cock in one motion. Thick, veined, the head already leaking. Ava's eyes widened with pure hunger.
Tyler grabbed her ass, lifted her effortlessly, and pinned her against the wall. In one brutal thrust he buried all inside her.
"FUUUUCK!" Ava screamed in pure ecstasy. He was so much thicker and longer than Ryan or even Marcus. The stretch burned perfectly. Tyler didn't give her time to adjust — he started pounding her like a machine. Hard, deep, relentless strokes that slammed her back against the wall with every thrust. Her heavy tits bounced wildly between them. The wet slapping sounds of his balls hitting her ass echoed through the house.
"Take it, you cheating whore," Tyler growled, biting her neck. "Your husband has no idea his wife is getting destroyed by the delivery guy in his own living room."
He fucked her even harder, changing angles until he found the spot that made her eyes roll back. Ava came again — violently — squirting around his cock, juices running down both their thighs. Tyler didn't slow down. He kept railing her through the orgasm, grunting with every powerful thrust.
He carried her to the couch without pulling out, threw her down on her back, and climbed on top. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and folded her in half, driving even deeper. The new angle made her scream. He slapped her tits hard while he fucked her, watching them jiggle.
"Beg for my cum," he demanded.
"Please… fill me… breed me… I need it!" Ava moaned like a broken slut.
Tyler roared and exploded. Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum blasted deep into her womb — spurt after spurt, more than she had ever taken. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing every drop inside her until it overflowed and leaked out around his cock.
They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-covered, his cock still twitching inside her overflowing pussy.
Tyler smirked down at her. "Next time you order something… make sure it's something big."
Ava smiled back, completely satisfied. "I already have your number."
**To be continued…**
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