His hand shifted, dipping deeper into her shorts as he continued holding her ass, giving it a firm, deliberate squeeze. This time, he felt it fully—soft, plush, and unrestricted.
As he pressed, a tremor ran through her body, one of her hands instinctively clinging to his shoulder.
Her lips parted, soft moans escaping once more. Just from the squeeze, he could already feel it—the wetness, the warmth of her pussy responding beneath his touch.
It gnawed at him, the realization sending a shiver through him: he could feel her heat and wetness just from the curve of her ass. The delicate warmth pressed insistently against his fingers.
'Oh my God… she's so wet already,' he thought, stunned. 'I didn't expect this.'
Even as he continued kneading her fat ass, his eyes never left hers. And hers remained locked on him, unflinching, giving herself over entirely. She was enjoying it—she didn't want to resist.
The pleasure coursing through her was overwhelming, undeniable. She stared into him, lost in the moment, surrendering completely.
His eyes were fixed on her as well, every feature sharp with intent. She muttered again.
"Adrian, we shouldn't… this is… a taboo, you shouldn't be …"
He shushed her softly, leaning closer.
"I shouldn't what? I shouldn't be squeezing your fat ass? I shouldn't be squeezing your breasts? Who else is going to do that? Tell me....Who else is supposed to do that for you but me? I have to take care of you now, don't I? That's how I show my love for you."
She thought to herself. 'Why don't I want to stop? Why do I… why do I enjoy this?'
A soft moan escaped her lips, even as she felt herself completely overtaken by Adrian's touch.
"You love it. I can see it. You love it." Adrian murmured.
"And there's no one else. No one else makes you feel this way. So why resist now? Give me all of it, and let me give you the pleasure your sexy ass deserves."
He tugged at her clothes again, squeezing her ass tighter, feeling the plush softness spill freely from his hand. His other hand continued kneading her breasts, relentless.
"Don't you want to feel good? Why don't you just let me make you feel good?" he whispered.
She thought. 'But… but it's wrong.'
Then finally she thundered softly.
"It's wrong Adrian..."
Adrian leaned closer, his face just inches from hers. "I don't give a fuck." he said, his voice low and insistent.
Their eyes locked for a heartbeat—an electric, lingering moment—before, surprisingly, she finally moved, pressing her lips to his as the kiss ignited between them.
She kissed him, their lips meeting softly, tenderly, for a fleeting moment as they softly entangled for that moment, but then she pulled back. A thin trail of saliva clung to her lips, glistening in the light as a remembrance of her warmth smooch.
Then- They shared another brief kiss, just a whisper of contact, before Adrian spun her around, pressing her back against him. Her big ass wiggled enticingly right in front of him, every curve drawing his gaze.
Her hands braced against the sink for support as his hands moved with deliberate hunger. One slid under her hoodie, cupping a breast with firm pressure, while the other gripped and kneaded the other breasts, rolling and squeezing with intensity in an enticingly circular motion.
With every press and squeeze, he pressed his already hardened length against her plush ass, molding himself against the soft curves of her body. He could feel his already thickened length being smushed by her fat ass, and each feel of her ass only made his dick throb the more.
"Oh." she lifted her head, her eyes shut tight, her mouth slightly open as soft moans spilled from her lips while Adrian continued squeezing her breasts as he did best.
"Mm… you like that?" he asked.
'I want to fucking hear her say it! I want her to fucking say she wants my cock! C'mon you big ass bitch, say you want this cock.'
One of his hands slipped out from under her hoodie, moving down and sliding straight into her jeans, right into the wetness of her pussy.
As his fingers pressed in, he began moving them, gently rubbing against her clit.
A sharp, breathy sound escaped her lips, her legs nearly clamping shut as intense waves of pleasure surged through her body, making her tremble under his touch.
Her hands gripped the sink tighter as Adrian continued, one hand viciously squeezing her breasts. His grip was firm, relentless, as his hand moved under her hoodie, finding her bra and dragging it down, freeing her breasts completely.
Now, with nothing in the way, he held them fully, feeling their soft, heavy weight in his palms as he squeezed them again and again.
At the same time, his other hand remained between her legs, gently rubbing her clit—not even fingering her yet. Just soft, precise movements, slow and teasing… yet the pleasure was overwhelming.
Her body trembled. Her head tilted back, her eyes rolling upward, straining as far as they could go as the pleasure burned her.
Her moans grew louder. She quickly brought one hand up, covering her mouth, trying to hold them in.
But it was too much.
A broken sound slipped through as her legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Then it came—love juices spilling out of her pussy, running down her legs as her entire body shook violently.
"OHH FUCKKK!!"
She collapsed forward slightly, her weight falling against the sink, gasping loudly, her breath uneven and desperate, while Adrian continued squeezing her breasts.
He leaned in closer, his lips near her ear.
"Yes…" he muttered, low and satisfied.
"Now, why don't you lie to me… or tell me you didn't like that?"
She could only pause, turning weakly toward him, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to breathe.
"Ohh… Adrian…"
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