No Problem Is Too Big

Tony gets home early and Janice clocks it right away. He dodges her questions until she pushes, then he spills: the date started hot, the girl dragged him back to her place, and the second she pulled his pants down she freaked out about his size. Suddenly she wanted nothing to do with it, leaving him with blue balls and a serious case of “what the fuck.” Janice raises an eyebrow and tells him some girls just can’t handle the real deal; she, however, loves a cock that stretches her out. She drops the advice and drops to her knees, wrapping both hands around his shaft and saying it needs room to breathe. Tony’s hesitation lasts half a second, then she’s on her back on the kitchen table, skirt hiked up, guiding that thick head between her folds. She moans loud and filthy while he feeds every inch into her, swearing she’s never been this full. They go at it hard—legs locked around him, tits bouncing, lube and juices making slick sounds every time he bottoms out. Janice takes every thrust, rolls her hips, begs for more, and keeps telling him plenty of women will beg for this dick. They finish with her riding him, palms planted on his chest, grinding until she clamps down and he pumps her full. Janice stays on top a minute longer, catching her breath, still grinning like the cat that caught the cream.