The Cobalt Sphericity/Catsuit update

"Goddamn, baby, you sure know how to suck!" he wheezed. "You could make a fucking fortune with that mouth of yours!"

Jen grunted but went right on sucking. The motions of her head became shorter and sharper. His prick was fully erect in her mouth now. It was huge and thick and throbbing. Veins popped in the side of the shaft. His balls trembled. She pulled her mouth off it suddenly and grinned up at him again.

"Sit down on the desk," she instructed. "I want to climb on top of you and sit on your cock. I want to fuck you till you can't stand it."

He seemed relieved to get some breathing space. He moved back, his monster cock bouncing up and down in front of him. He sank back onto the desk as instructed and waited for her. He spread his legs wide.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” Jen panted. “You’re one lucky SOB, you know that? If you survive, that is. Ever heard of the expression ‘die happy’?”

She placed one foot on the desk beside him and heaved herself up in front of him. Her big tits dangled in his face. She squatted down, her knees bent. With one hand she gripped his hard-on and held it upright. She stuffed the cockhead between the lips of her cunt and then began sinking down on top of him, her free hand drawing the crotch of her panties aside.

"Do you feel it going into me?" she hissed in his face. "Do you feel your big hard cock bulling all the way inside my tight wet cunt?"

"Fuck, yeah!" he howled. "All the way, baby! Let it go up there all the fucking way!"

Lower and lower Jen sank on top of him. And inch after inch of his rock-hard cock slid up into her cunt. Soon she could let it go. It was locked solidly in the wet pink folds of her pussy. She paused, shifted from left to right, and then sank down some more. Now all of the thick cock was up inside her and her asscheeks were resting on his balls.

"There it goes, big boy! It's all in!" she grinned. "Doesn't it feel good? Doesn't it feel nice and sweet inside my wet cunt?"

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Johnny muttered. His eyes closed with pleasure.

His hands settled just above her hips. They sat there like that for a moment, barely moving. Jen just shifted slightly from time to time, adjusting to the feel of the big cock inside her. She braced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders.

“You like my tits, Johnny? Play with them. Go ahead. I bet you come the moment you lay a finger on my tits.”

She whipped her shirt off, but left the bra on to remind him who was in charge. Wasn’t like it covered all that much anyway. Her breasts still spilled out of the halfway-there cups, strained against the thin fabric, the straps mildly cutting into her skin with how tight they were when she was breathing hard like this.

Johnny took a tit in each hand and squeezed them hard. He rolled them around and around on her chest, raising his head as high as he could to bury it in her cleavage, rubbing his face on her curves and kissing away the nervous sweat left from when he’d been in control of this encounter. Her breasts spilled and slid from his hands as he rubbed them over her chest, sloshing into his grinning face, an endless feast he was glutting his fingers and mouth with.

"Such big fucking tits. Shit, they're a handful!" he hissed.

"That’s enough,” she said suddenly. She was grinning widely. “You’ve got a big boy dick, now let’s see if you can take a big boy fuck.” Then she was bouncing up and down in his lap, driving herself along the shaft of his cock.

She was doing all the work. All he had to do was sit there. Her tits jiggled this way and that as she moved. They smacked against his face from time to time.

“Unhh!” he groaned. “You’re like… all the other girls, you know that? Throwing themselves at me… don’t even make me use condoms… I hate using condoms, but I love fucking, and you love it too—”

Jen rolled her eyes. What a tool. Probably lucky he hadn’t knocked someone up yet. Not a problem for her, with her gamma-irradiated body, but if one of those stupid fangirls took his load at the wrong time of month…