Delia Ketchum entered the café, hips swaying with confident grace. Her voluptuous frame was accentuated by a snug, tasteful yet alluring outfit — a soft blouse hugging her full, rounded breasts, nipples slightly visible through the fabric, the dark pink areolas a subtle promise beneath. Her wide hips curved into a tight skirt that emphasized her thick, shapely thighs and the soft swell of her belly, a subtle but undeniable mark of her status as a mother.
She glanced around, cheeks flushed with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, the faint scent of her sweet floral perfume mingling with the warm, bustling atmosphere of the café. Her eyes landed on the tall, bald, broad-shouldered Black man standing near the counter. Mistaking him for a member of the café staff, she sauntered over, a playful smile on her lips.
"Hey there," she said, voice low and sultry, "I'm looking for someone who can really take care of me tonight." Her hand brushed casually against his arm, her fingers trailing along the muscles beneath the dark skin.
He met her gaze, the hint of a knowing smirk curling his lips as he nodded silently, accepting the generous tip she slipped into his hand without hesitation.
As the café buzzed with soft chatter and clinking dishes, the two slipped away to a private corner, the air thickening with anticipation. The man's hands found her waist, pulling her close as his lips trailed kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone. She shivered, breath catching as his fingers found the buttons of her blouse, deftly undoing them one by one.
Her breasts spilled free, the soft skin warm beneath his touch. His thumbs circled the dark, large nipples, already hardened with desire despite the cool air. Delia moaned softly, arching against his hands, her voice a whisper of need, "Mmm, just like that... don't stop."
The man's lips followed, sucking and nibbling gently, sending delicious sparks of pleasure racing through her. She tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut, the taste of him on her skin igniting a fire deep within.
His hands explored lower, trailing over her soft belly and hips, fingers grazing the sensitive flesh between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, welcoming the teasing touch. The warmth there was electric, wetness beginning to glisten.
He knelt before her, lips parting the folds with skillful precision, tongue flicking over her slick skin. Delia gasped, a deep, wet moan escaping her lips as his mouth worshiped her like a treasured secret.
"Oh, yes... right there... don't stop," she breathed, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
The man's hands never ceased their wandering, squeezing her curves, his breath hot against her skin. She shuddered, trembling with need as her muscles clenched tightly around his tongue.
She climaxed hard, body trembling, a sharp cry of pleasure breaking free. "Mmm... so good... don't ever stop," she gasped, breathless.
The man slowly rose, hands tracing the contours of her hips as he lifted her gently onto the edge of a sturdy table nearby. Delia's legs spread willingly, the heat pooling deep inside her, craving more. His large hands slid beneath her skirt, fingers teasing the soft, velvety skin of her inner thighs. The scent of her arousal mingled with the subtle musk of her natural perfume, intoxicating him.
Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples dark and swollen, begging for attention. The man's thumbs circled the erect peaks, eliciting a low, throaty moan from her lips. "Mmm, please... harder," she whispered, voice thick with desire.
His mouth found her nipple again, sucking and biting gently, drawing more needy gasps and whimpers from her. Delia's fingers tightened in his hair as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Slowly, his hands moved lower, parting the wet petals of her most intimate secret. The first touch of his fingers against her slick folds sent a shudder through her body. She gasped, the sensation fresh and overwhelming.
The man's tongue traced slow, deliberate circles, savoring the sweet taste of her essence. "Ahh... so sweet, Delia," he murmured, fingers pressing lightly, then curling inside her depths.
Delia's hips bucked involuntarily, muscles tightening in response. Her moans grew louder, breath hitching, each movement a plea for more. "Yes... just like that... ohh... don't stop," she begged, voice trembling with excitement.
Her large, milky breasts jiggled with each movement, the subtle softness of her motherly curves making the sensation all the more exquisite.
The man's fingers stroked and pressed expertly, teasing the sensitive bundle inside her, while his tongue flicked faster, licking and sucking with relentless devotion. Delia's cries filled the air, the world narrowing to the hot, wet pleasure enveloping her.
"T-there..." she gasped, trembling as her climax built steadily, "I'm... so close... ohh!"
With a sharp, shuddering breath, she came again, her body convulsing with waves of bliss. Her hips rolled and squeezed, desperate to hold onto the delicious torment.
As her breathing slowed, the man smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. He slid up, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His large hands gripped her hips firmly, lifting her slightly to position himself between her thighs.
Delia's eyes fluttered open, filled with want and anticipation. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples brushing against the hard planes of his muscles. She bit her lip, voice husky, "I want more... please."
His hands slid beneath her skirt once more, fingers teasing the wet folds before slowly, gently, pushing inside her. Delia gasped at the fullness, the delicious stretch igniting a new fire inside her.
He began to move with steady, commanding rhythm, sliding deeper with each thrust. The heat of his length filled her completely, every inch pressing against her soft, tender walls.
Delia moaned louder, hips rising to meet him, craving every pulse of pleasure. "Ohh... you feel so good... I've never had it this deep before," she whispered breathlessly, fingers clutching his shoulders.
The man's pace quickened, powerful and relentless. Her moans turned to cries of ecstasy, each thrust driving her closer to another intense climax. Her large breasts bounced wildly, nipples dark and sensitive under his hands.
Her voice trembled as waves of pleasure crashed through her again. "Ahh... yes... don't stop... I'm yours," she gasped, completely lost in the sensation.
His hands held her wide hips firm as he thrust deeper, the table beneath her creaking with every motion. Delia's thighs trembled on either side of him, heels digging into the edge as she leaned back, her large breasts proudly exposed, rising and falling with every gasping breath. Her soft belly quivered with every impact, the slight plushness adding to the bounce and eroticism of her motherly frame.
"G-gods… you're so big…" she panted, eyes fluttering, half-lidded and hazy. Her soaked folds clung around his shaft, welcoming him back in with each eager stroke. "I-I can't believe… I'm really doing this…"
The man leaned over her, whispering against her neck, "You're taking it all so well, Delia… like your body needed this…"
"Mmmnghh…~ y-you're gonna make me—aaah!!" she cried out, her back arching as her third climax overwhelmed her senses. The muscles inside her clenched down hard around him, milking his length with desperate, rippling need.
He didn't stop.
Instead, he growled low in approval, one hand groping the soft curve of her lower belly, thumbing just above her mound as he pounded her deeper. "Still so tight," he groaned, "but I'm not finished with you yet…"
Delia's nails raked down his back as she whined with overstimulation. "Oh f-fu—mmmnnn—ahhh… it's so much… I'm s-still c*mming~!"
Her body trembled with each hard thrust, her large n*pples slick from his earlier worship, jiggling with every bounce. Her flushed cheeks glowed with arousal, her mouth slack and moaning as she clung to him.
Suddenly, he pulled out, slick and throbbing. Before she could question it, he turned her over onto her hands and knees atop the table, her fat ass jiggling into view.
"A-ah? Wait… wh-what are you…?" she looked back, breathless and confused.
He gave her fat ass a soft slap, admiring the ripple. "One more, Delia…"
She blushed deeply as she felt the hot head pressing—not at her entrance—but slightly lower.
Her eyes widened. "W-wait… not there… I've never… ahh—nngh!"
His hand spread her butt cheeks wider, the tip of his shaft slowly breaching her tightest ring.
Delia's hands gripped the edge of the table, body going rigid. "O-oh gods—! It's too much—it's… nnnghhh~!"
He pushed in slowly, stretching her unused back passage, inch by thick inch. Her cries were a mixture of pain and shock—and something deeper.
"S-so full… oh my gods… you're really inside… my a-anus…~"
He gave her time, letting her adjust, his hands caressing her trembling back and waist. Her belly lay softly against the cool surface, adding a contrasting chill to her overheated body.
"T-tight as fuck," he groaned, beginning to rock his hips slowly.
Delia whimpered, the pain blending into a strange, forbidden pleasure. "I-it burns… but it feels… ahh~ h-hot… nghhh… so deep…"
Her thighs quivered as he began to move faster, each stroke stirring her insides in a way she'd never imagined.
Then, her moans changed—growing louder, messier, raw.
"O-oh… it's… good… it feels so good~! I-I'm gonna—nnnnAAHH!!"
The pressure inside built fast. She clenched, her body reacting involuntarily as a powerful climax hit her, making her see stars.
"That's it… take it all," he grunted, hammering faster now, his body slapping against her soft round ass.
Her entire body shuddered from the force, belly pressing into the table with each thrust.
"I-I can't stop… I'm c*mming again! Ahnn~! OHHH!!"
He drove deep one final time, hips locked against her soft backside.
Then—hot, thick release exploded deep into her. The volume was immense—her eyes fluttered as she felt it flooding her, too much to hold.
"O-oh… gods… s-so hot... you're filling my a-anus… nghhh—there's s-so much~!" she whimpered, her belly swelling slightly with the pressure, juices dripping down her thighs as her insides spasmed.
The moment his thick release erupted deep inside her as, Delia's body trembled in overwhelmed ecstasy. Her limbs gave way, slumping forward as her fingers gripped the edge of the velvet seat beneath her. Her thighs quivered, the soft fullness of her milf body shining with a thin sheen of sweat. Her mouth hung open, still panting—soft gasps laced with the last notes of her third climax.
"Mmmhhh… s-so full," she whimpered, voice husky, cheek pressed against the cushion. Her stretched as still twitched around him, milking the last drops of that thick, impossible load. "Y-you came so much… back there…"
The bald man behind her leaned down, one hand sliding along her flushed lower back to her soft belly, giving it a light, sensual grope. "Couldn't help it," he rumbled low near her ear. "You took it like a good girl."
Delia shivered, a deep moan bubbling up from her throat. His hand, still gripping her belly, gently slid lower… brushing over her soaked, needy slit.
She gasped sharply.
"Hhhaa—w-wait… it's still… ahhh…"
Her legs instinctively spread wider, hips subtly pushing back into his touch. Her petals, already parted and dripping from earlier teasing and build-up, welcomed the attention. One slow stroke over her folds and her hips jerked, a muffled moan escaping her throat.
"I-it's… ready," she whispered, breathless. Her voice cracked slightly as she turned her face, eyes half-lidded and glowing with flushed need. "Please… I need it n-now… fill this slutty milf pussy…"
She paused, biting her lip. Her hips gave a small wiggle.
"I want it all… inside…"
His hand slid around her soft hips, guiding himself lower. She whimpered when the thick, still-hard length pressed against her soaked entrance.
"D-Delia," he murmured, voice husky. "Still this wet, even after all that?"
"I can't help it," she gasped, voice soft and needy. "Y-you made me this way…"
He pushed just the tip against her opening, feeling how easily her needy slit hugged him. Her thighs trembled.
"Slow… g-go slow—ahhh!" she moaned as he began to sink in.
Her tight, wet warmth welcomed him inch by inch. Despite how soaked she was, her inner walls clenched with need, gripping him snugly. Delia buried her face into the velvet cushion, moaning louder with each movement.
"F-ffffuuuh… s-so big… s-stretching me so… deep…" Her voice cracked as her nails clawed the fabric beneath her. "I-it's been… so long… since I was filled like this…"
Her plush milf body rocked in time with his hips as he began to move, each thrust smooth and deep. Her thighs slapped softly against his with every stroke, the room echoing with their shared heat.
"Ahh! Ahhhnn! Y-yes! M-more—keep going… j-just like that—nghh~!"
Her moans grew louder, sharper, more erratic as her core tightened around him. Every thick inch dragged against her most sensitive spots, her folds clenching desperately.
He leaned down again, pressing a hand beneath her chest, lifting her slightly so her full, soft breasts spilled forward. His fingers teased a plump, flushed nipple.
"Still sensitive here?" he teased, gently circling her areola.
"Ahhhn—yes! D-don't stop… touch me… fuck me…!" she gasped, back arching into his palm.
He picked up the pace, thrusting harder now. The soft smacks of their hips meeting turned louder, more urgent. Her moans became breathy cries, her walls twitching with each deep drive inside.
"I-it's hitting… s-so deep… r-right there! H-hhaa! I-I'm… I'm gonna—!"
Her body seized, crying out loud as another powerful climax ripped through her. Her slick inner walls squeezed around him tightly, soaking him even more.
And still, he didn't stop.
She barely had time to recover before he resumed his rhythm, harder now, rougher—driving into her again and again until she could only gasp and beg between broken moans.
"P-please… m-make me yours…!"
He groaned, the pressure building fast now, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
"C-coming," he growled. "Gonna cum inside…"
"Yes—yes—fill me!" she cried out, her voice shaking. "M-make me f-full! I'm still f-fertile—so full already—but I want m-more—!"
And then, with a deep, final thrust—he released.
Hot, thick jets of his seed flooded her trembling core, her own voice trembling with every pulse inside her. She moaned deeply, long and satisfied.
"So much… s-so warm…!" she gasped, slumping forward, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Y-you really… f-filled me up…"
As his essence slowly leaked from her stretched folds, she smiled to herself, dazed, her hand drifting to her slightly swollen belly.
"Mmm… I hope you gave me a little sibling for my Ash this time…"
Delia lay slumped across the velvet seat, her body bathed in sweat and the afterglow of overwhelming pleasure. Her chest rose and fell slowly, each breath soft and full, the scent of s*x and skin thick in the air.
Her hair clung to her neck, her flushed cheeks glowing, lips parted in a dazed smile.
"Mmmnn… th-that was…" she murmured, voice hoarse with exhaustion and satisfaction. "T-too good…"
She shivered slightly as his hand slid down her lower back, warm and gentle now, tracing the curve of her hip. Her thighs were still spread open, her glistening lower lips slowly leaking with the creamy mix of their climax.
"So full," she whispered again, her fingertips brushing her belly. It felt heavy, glowing with heat and the strange, comforting fullness inside. "I… I can feel it… all of it…"
A soft trail of his thick essence began to drip from her stretched core, running down the inside of her thigh in a warm line. She gasped lightly at the sensation, shifting her hips to ease the pressure.
"I-I need a towel," she giggled weakly, voice still trembling with aftershocks.
He gently helped her sit up, his strong arms wrapping around her soft waist, guiding her into his lap. She whimpered as she settled down, still sensitive, her pussy fluttering from the slightest movement.
"Mmhhnn… d-don't tease me again…" she moaned when his hand slid over her belly, thumb brushing low over her mound.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear.
"You're amazing, Delia. Your body… was made to be worshipped."
Her face burned red at the compliment, but her smile widened. She leaned back into his chest, letting herself melt into his warmth.
"You really... went all out," she whispered, reaching to pull her top back over her chest, but pausing as he gently cupped one of her breasts again.
"Mmm… n-not again," she said with a laugh. "I won't survive another one…"
He chuckled low, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before finally letting her go.
As she stood up carefully, her legs trembling, she felt more of the creamy mess sliding down between her thighs.
"W-what a mess," she said softly, squeezing her legs together. "You really… stuffed me, didn't you?"
He offered her a warm towel, and she took it gratefully, dabbing gently between her legs, her face blushing deeper with each wipe.
"I hope this café doesn't charge extra for deep service," she teased with a wink, cleaning herself up as best she could.
She glanced down at her belly one last time, resting a hand on it.
"Mmm... maybe I really will be eating for two again."
He smirked. "You'd make a gorgeous mommy."
Delia giggled, glowing with pride, as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
"Well, if that was a sample… I might just become a regular."
She walked off with a gentle sway in her hips, towel in hand, legs wobbling slightly—but her smile never left her face.