Jennifer Takes Control
It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons where the air felt heavy with anticipation, as if something electric was about to happen. Jennifer stood on Scott’s doorstep, her heart pounding in her chest. She’d been replaying this moment in her mind all day, her thoughts a tangled mess of desire and determination. She raised her hand and knocked sharply on the wooden door, the sound echoing through the stillness like a gunshot.
Inside, Scott was sprawled on his couch, flipping through channels with a half-empty beer in his hand. The day had been uneventful, and he’d settled into a comfortable numbness. The sudden knock startled him, and he frowned, setting the remote aside. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and the unexpected always made him uneasy. He got up, his bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor, and made his way to the door.
As he pulled it open, he was met with the sight of Jennifer, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes locked on his with an intensity that made his breath catch. She was dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her curves, her lips painted a deep red that seemed to scream trouble.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and unsure. “What’s up?”
Jennifer didn’t answer. Instead, she pushed past him, her movements deliberate and purposeful. Scott stumbled back, caught off guard by her sudden intrusion. Before he could say anything, she turned to face him, her eyes blazing with a raw, unfiltered desire that left him speechless.
“Scott,” she said, her voice husky and commanding. “I need you. Now.”
He blinked, trying to process her words. Jennifer wasn’t one to beat around the bush, no pun intended, but this was… unexpected. She stepped closer, her body brushing against his, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through him. Her scent—a mix of floral perfume and something uniquely her—filled his senses, clouding his thoughts.
Without another word, Jennifer reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties. Scott’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, her large soft and inviting boobs, her skin glowing in the dim light of the hallway. Her giant nipples were already erect and peeking through the thin fabric of her bra, and his mouth went dry.
“Jen—” he started, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture.
“Shut up, Scott,” she snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Just… do what I say.”
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. Jennifer grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the living room, her grip firm and unyielding. She led him to the couch and pushed him down, her eyes never leaving his. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, her bra falling to the floor, followed by her panties. Her blonde hairy pussy was a beautiful sight.
Scott’s gaze was drawn to her body, his thick seven inch cock twitching to life as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts were full and perky, her nipples begging for attention. Her waist curved gracefully into her hips, and his eyes trailed lower, to the place where her thighs met, her pussy glistening with anticipation. She was a fucking masterpiece, and he felt like a deer in headlights, paralyzed by her boldness.
Jennifer lay back on the couch, her arms stretched above her head, her legs spreading wide. She looked at him, her eyes dark with want, and said, “Fuck me now. Don’t think, just fuck me.”
The command hit Scott like a punch to the gut. His heart raced, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He had never seen Jennifer like this—so raw, so unapologetically hungry. It was intoxicating, and he felt his cock throbbing with need, already leaking pre-cum.
He stood there for a moment, frozen, before shaking himself out of his stupor. With trembling hands, he began to undress, his shirt falling to the floor, followed by his pants and boxers. Jennifer watched him, her gaze hungry, as he stepped out of his clothes, his cock jutting proudly from his body. It was thick and hard, veins bulging, and she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving it.
Scott’s hands went to his hips, his fingers brushing against the soft skin there. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before stepping closer to the couch. Jennifer’s eyes never left his as he moved between her legs, his thighs pressing against hers. The air between them crackled with tension, and he could feel her heat radiating off her body.
He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. Jennifer’s breath hitched as the tip of his shaft pressed against her, her pussy already wet and eager. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid inside her, her walls gripping him tightly as he filled her.
“Fuck,” Scott groaned, his head falling back as he savored the sensation of being buried deep within her. Her pussy was tight, like a vice, and he could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him.
Jennifer’s hands came up to grip his hips, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him closer. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice thick with need. “Fuck me harder, Scott. I want it rough.”
Scott didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her, before slamming forward with force, driving deep into her core. Jennifer gasped, her back arching off the couch as he filled her completely. Her tits bounced with the impact, and he reached down, grabbing one in his hand, squeezing it roughly as he thrust into her.
He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, his cock plunging into her again and again. Jennifer met his movements, her hips rising to meet his, her pussy clenching around him with each stroke. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal rhythm that drove them both wild. Her moans were loud, almost desperate, and he could feel her nails digging into his skin, leaving marks.
“Yes,” Jennifer hissed, her voice hoarse. “Right there. Fuck my pussy like you own it.”
Scott growled in response, his hands gripping her thighs as he pounded into her with abandon. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building as he neared the edge. Jennifer’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tense and trembling as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Her pussy was dripping, coating his cock, and he could feel her juices running down his balls.
“Cum inside me,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “Fill my cunt up, Scott. I want your fucking seed.”
The words were like a spark, igniting the fire within him. With a final, powerful thrust, Scott buried himself deep within her, his cock pulsing as he released his load into her waiting pussy. Jennifer cried out, her body shaking as her own orgasm ripped through her, her walls milking him for every last drop. Her back arched, her tits heaving, and she looked like a fucking goddess, lost in her pleasure.
For a moment, they stayed like that, Scott’s body pressed against hers, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, her juices dripping onto the couch. Jennifer’s legs fell closed, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.
Scott leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. Jennifer responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. Their lips moved in sync, the taste of their passion—salty and sweet—lingering between them. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he groaned, his hands roaming over her body, savoring the feel of her soft skin.
As they kissed, Jennifer’s hands roamed over his back, her touch gentle and soothing. Scott’s hands rested on her hips, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The moment was intimate, a stark contrast to the raw, primal energy that had consumed them just moments before.
Finally, they broke apart, their breaths evening out as they caught their bearings. Scott looked down at Jennifer, his eyes soft with affection. She smiled up at him, her expression satisfied and content, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“That,” she said, her voice low and husky, “was exactly what I needed.”
Scott chuckled, a warm, easy sound. “Glad I could help.”
Inside, Scott was sprawled on his couch, flipping through channels with a half-empty beer in his hand. The day had been uneventful, and he’d settled into a comfortable numbness. The sudden knock startled him, and he frowned, setting the remote aside. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and the unexpected always made him uneasy. He got up, his bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor, and made his way to the door.
As he pulled it open, he was met with the sight of Jennifer, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes locked on his with an intensity that made his breath catch. She was dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her curves, her lips painted a deep red that seemed to scream trouble.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and unsure. “What’s up?”
Jennifer didn’t answer. Instead, she pushed past him, her movements deliberate and purposeful. Scott stumbled back, caught off guard by her sudden intrusion. Before he could say anything, she turned to face him, her eyes blazing with a raw, unfiltered desire that left him speechless.
“Scott,” she said, her voice husky and commanding. “I need you. Now.”
He blinked, trying to process her words. Jennifer wasn’t one to beat around the bush, no pun intended, but this was… unexpected. She stepped closer, her body brushing against his, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through him. Her scent—a mix of floral perfume and something uniquely her—filled his senses, clouding his thoughts.
Without another word, Jennifer reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties. Scott’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, her large soft and inviting boobs, her skin glowing in the dim light of the hallway. Her giant nipples were already erect and peeking through the thin fabric of her bra, and his mouth went dry.
“Jen—” he started, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture.
“Shut up, Scott,” she snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Just… do what I say.”
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. Jennifer grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the living room, her grip firm and unyielding. She led him to the couch and pushed him down, her eyes never leaving his. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, her bra falling to the floor, followed by her panties. Her blonde hairy pussy was a beautiful sight.
Scott’s gaze was drawn to her body, his thick seven inch cock twitching to life as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts were full and perky, her nipples begging for attention. Her waist curved gracefully into her hips, and his eyes trailed lower, to the place where her thighs met, her pussy glistening with anticipation. She was a fucking masterpiece, and he felt like a deer in headlights, paralyzed by her boldness.
Jennifer lay back on the couch, her arms stretched above her head, her legs spreading wide. She looked at him, her eyes dark with want, and said, “Fuck me now. Don’t think, just fuck me.”
The command hit Scott like a punch to the gut. His heart raced, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He had never seen Jennifer like this—so raw, so unapologetically hungry. It was intoxicating, and he felt his cock throbbing with need, already leaking pre-cum.
He stood there for a moment, frozen, before shaking himself out of his stupor. With trembling hands, he began to undress, his shirt falling to the floor, followed by his pants and boxers. Jennifer watched him, her gaze hungry, as he stepped out of his clothes, his cock jutting proudly from his body. It was thick and hard, veins bulging, and she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving it.
Scott’s hands went to his hips, his fingers brushing against the soft skin there. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before stepping closer to the couch. Jennifer’s eyes never left his as he moved between her legs, his thighs pressing against hers. The air between them crackled with tension, and he could feel her heat radiating off her body.
He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. Jennifer’s breath hitched as the tip of his shaft pressed against her, her pussy already wet and eager. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid inside her, her walls gripping him tightly as he filled her.
“Fuck,” Scott groaned, his head falling back as he savored the sensation of being buried deep within her. Her pussy was tight, like a vice, and he could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him.
Jennifer’s hands came up to grip his hips, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him closer. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice thick with need. “Fuck me harder, Scott. I want it rough.”
Scott didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her, before slamming forward with force, driving deep into her core. Jennifer gasped, her back arching off the couch as he filled her completely. Her tits bounced with the impact, and he reached down, grabbing one in his hand, squeezing it roughly as he thrust into her.
He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, his cock plunging into her again and again. Jennifer met his movements, her hips rising to meet his, her pussy clenching around him with each stroke. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal rhythm that drove them both wild. Her moans were loud, almost desperate, and he could feel her nails digging into his skin, leaving marks.
“Yes,” Jennifer hissed, her voice hoarse. “Right there. Fuck my pussy like you own it.”
Scott growled in response, his hands gripping her thighs as he pounded into her with abandon. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building as he neared the edge. Jennifer’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tense and trembling as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Her pussy was dripping, coating his cock, and he could feel her juices running down his balls.
“Cum inside me,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “Fill my cunt up, Scott. I want your fucking seed.”
The words were like a spark, igniting the fire within him. With a final, powerful thrust, Scott buried himself deep within her, his cock pulsing as he released his load into her waiting pussy. Jennifer cried out, her body shaking as her own orgasm ripped through her, her walls milking him for every last drop. Her back arched, her tits heaving, and she looked like a fucking goddess, lost in her pleasure.
For a moment, they stayed like that, Scott’s body pressed against hers, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, her juices dripping onto the couch. Jennifer’s legs fell closed, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.
Scott leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. Jennifer responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. Their lips moved in sync, the taste of their passion—salty and sweet—lingering between them. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he groaned, his hands roaming over her body, savoring the feel of her soft skin.
As they kissed, Jennifer’s hands roamed over his back, her touch gentle and soothing. Scott’s hands rested on her hips, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The moment was intimate, a stark contrast to the raw, primal energy that had consumed them just moments before.
Finally, they broke apart, their breaths evening out as they caught their bearings. Scott looked down at Jennifer, his eyes soft with affection. She smiled up at him, her expression satisfied and content, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“That,” she said, her voice low and husky, “was exactly what I needed.”
Scott chuckled, a warm, easy sound. “Glad I could help.”
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