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"Do you still like little fat girls, Danny?"

"I still like you, Melissa. That's for sure."

She clamped her mouth on the head of my cock and sucked hard. She jerked it out and held it quivering in front of her face. Pre-come oozed out of the slit. Melissa shot her tongue out to catch it.

"Tasty. Baby's getting ready. Listen, Danny, this was going to be my present. A great fucking blow job. I know Mae can't do it for you and I wanted to help. But feeling this big dick, I remember how it felt in my pussy and I just have to have it fill me up again. I just have to, Danny."

My back was against the wall. Literally.

"How? There's no room to lie down."

She got to her feet. Holding my meat in her hand, she said, "We'll fuck standing up. You're not getting out of here until I get that horse in my cunt."

I had to kiss her. I missed her cheerful bossy way. The way she matter-of-factly expressed her needs and wants.

With our tongues mingling, my hand lifted her skirt and found her twat. It was drenched. I slid my hand down her inner thigh, slathering it with the slippery slime, to her knee. She lifted her leg as I did. She guided my prick toward her opening but our differing heights only allowed her to bump it against her pubic hair. The silken strands felt marvelous.

She pulled her mouth from mine. "Lift me up and slide me down onto your cock."

She must have weighed two hundred pounds! Serious doubt entered my mind. I could lift her but I wasn't sure for how long.

"That might be kind of awkward," I stammered.

"Oh, Danny, it's easy. Just lift me and I'll guide you in. Then I'll hold onto the clothes rod and we'll fuck."

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