Fat MILF giving head and pussy

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Zazie, a voluptuous 28-year-old woman with fiery red hair and curves that could make a sculptor weep, was enjoying a drink at the bustling bar in downtown Manhattan. Her full breasts pressed against the tight fabric of her low-cut blouse, and her thick thighs were accentuated by the short skirt she wore. She had a certain confidence that commanded attention, and tonight, it was catching the eye of a man seated at the bar's end.

The man, a towering figure named Maxwell, was new to the city. He had just moved from the West Coast, lured by the promise of new opportunities and the excitement of New York's nightlife. His dark eyes were fixed on Zazie, admiring her boldness and beauty. Maxwell was no stranger to attractive women, but there was something about Zazie that intrigued him.

"Quite a crowd tonight," Maxwell said, sliding over to the stool next to Zazie.

Zazie turned to him, her green eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "It's always crowded in this city. What brings you to this particular bar, Maxwell?"

"I'm Max," he corrected, extending a hand. "Just moved to the city. Thought I'd check out the local scene."

Zazie took his hand, her grip firm and confident. "Zazie. Welcome to New York, Max. What's your poison?"

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and flirtatious banter. Max discovered that Zazie was a local artist, known for her provocative paintings that often garnered both praise and controversy. Zazie, in turn, learned that Max was an entrepreneur, starting a tech company that promised to revolutionize the way people interacted online.

As the night progressed, the chemistry between them became palpable. Zazie's hand would occasionally brush against Max's, and their eyes would lock in moments of silent intimacy. Finally, as the bar began to close down, Max leaned in and whispered, "Would you like to continue this conversation somewhere more private?"

Zazie smiled, her lips parting slightly. "I thought you'd never ask."

Back at Zazie's apartment, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Max poured them each a glass of wine, and they clinked glasses before taking a sip. Zazie set her glass down and turned to face Max, her eyes filled with desire.

"You know, Max, I've been told I have a certain... talent," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Max raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And what talent might that be?"

Zazie stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his chest. "I'm very good with my mouth," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his shirt.

Max's breath hitched, and he could feel his body responding to her touch. "I bet you are," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zazie smiled and began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers deftly working their way down. Max watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. When the last button was undone, Zazie pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest. She ran her hands over his skin, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"You have a beautiful body, Max," she murmured, her eyes taking in every inch of him.

Max's hands found the hem of her blouse, and he began to lift it up, revealing her soft, creamy skin. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips lingering on the sensitive spot just below her ear. Zazie let out a soft moan, her head tilting to give him better access.

Their kisses grew more passionate, their bodies pressing against each other. Zazie's hands moved to Max's belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. She unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around his growing erection.

"Mmm," she purred, her eyes meeting his. "You're not lying."

Max let out a low groan, his hips thrusting slightly. "I never lie about important things, Zazie."

Zazie dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. She pulled his pants down, freeing his cock from its confines. She licked her lips, her eyes widening slightly as she took in his size.

"Fuck, Max," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "You're massive."

Max chuckled, his fingers tangling in her hair. "You can handle it, can't you, Zazie?"

Zazie smiled, her eyes filled with determination. "Watch me."

She took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Max let out a low groan, his fingers tightening in her hair. Zazie took more of him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she worked to take him deeper.

"Fuck, Zazie," Max groaned, his hips moving in time with her rhythm. "That feels amazing."

Zazie pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva. "You taste good, Max," she said, her voice breathless. "I want more."

She took him deeper this time, her throat working to accommodate his size. Max watched her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the back of her throat, and it sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh, fuck, Zazie," he groaned, his hips moving faster. "You're so fucking good at this."

Zazie pulled back, her lips making a popping sound as she released him. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "I want to feel you inside me, Max," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Max smiled, his hands helping her to her feet. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. He trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

Zazie let out a low moan, her hips moving against his. "Yes, Max," she whispered. "Right there."

Max moved lower, his kisses tracing a path down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, revealing her lace-covered pussy. He ran his fingers over the fabric, feeling the heat of her through the thin material.

"You're so wet, Zazie," he murmured, his voice filled with desire.

Zazie nodded, her eyes locked with his. "For you, Max. Only for you."

Max pulled the lace aside, exposing her to his gaze. He ran his fingers through her folds, his touch sending shivers through her body. He leaned down and took a long, slow lick, his tongue tracing her seam from bottom to top.

"Oh, fuck," Zazie gasped, her hips bucking slightly.

Max settled in, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He sucked on her clit, his fingers slipping inside her. Zazie let out a low moan, her hands tangling in his hair.

"Yes, Max," she whispered. "Right there."

Max worked her with his tongue and fingers, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. He could feel her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"I'm close, Max," she whispered, her voice filled with urgency. "Don't stop."

Max didn't stop. He worked her faster, harder, his fingers curling inside her. Zazie let out a cry, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her.

Max kissed his way back up her body, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. He could taste her on his lips, and it turned him on even more. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need.

"Are you ready for me, Zazie?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Zazie nodded, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Max. Please."

Max pushed inside her, his cock stretching her wide. Zazie let out a low moan, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"You're so big, Max," she whispered, her eyes locked with his.

Max began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. Zazie moved with him, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.

"Oh, fuck, Max," she whispered. "That feels amazing."

Max picked up the pace, his hips moving faster. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Harder, Max," she whispered. "Fuck me harder."

Max did as she asked, his hips slamming into her with force. Zazie let out a cry, her body moving in time with his.

"Yes, Max," she whispered. "Right there."

Max could feel his own orgasm building, his body tense with the effort of holding back. He wanted this to last, wanted to feel her come around him again.

"I'm close, Zazie," he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. "Come with me."

Zazie nodded, her body moving in time with his. She could feel her own orgasm building, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

"With you, Max," she whispered. "I'm coming with you."

Max thrust into her one last time, his body convulsing as his orgasm washed over him. He could feel Zazie's muscles clenching around him, her body moving in time with his as her own orgasm hit.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat. Max rolled to the side, pulling Zazie with him. He kissed her deeply, his body still trembling slightly.

"That was incredible, Zazie," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Zazie smiled, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "It was, wasn't it?"

They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined. Eventually, Max sat up, his eyes scanning the room.

"Where's your bathroom?" he asked, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Zazie laughed, her eyes filled with amusement. "Down the hall, first door on the left."

Max got up and made his way to the bathroom, leaving Zazie to bask in the afterglow of their encounter.

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