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Breeding Chubby Cheating Rave Sluts

... this was hot. She kinda really wanted to cheat on Spencer. Really really wanted to.

Max's hands continued to explore Lexi's body, his fingers tracing the curve of her thick, bucking hips and the softness of her chubby, trembling belly. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her breathing becoming more ragged and her heart racing.

"You like that, don't you?" Max whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky, her sweet scent filling his nostrils, his hot breath against her sending tingles down her spine. "You like it when I touch you like this."

Lexi could only moan in response, her body too consumed by pleasure to form coherent words. At the back of her mind, something was still telling her this was wrong, but it felt so far away now. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her panties soaked with her arousal.

Max moved his other hand around her torso, reveling in the feeling of dragging his fingers along her warm chub, tracing the curve of her generous hips and her curvy waist, his hand coming to rest against her soft belly, just above her pantyline. He began to idly play with the pink lace, tracing his finger along the thin string holding her panties over her cunt lips, probing the last barrier to the wet, warm treasures that lay within.

Lexi gasped at the sudden intrusion, his fingers now achingly close to her dripping wet pussy. Her heart racing with both rising lust and distant pangs of alarm.

Cheating would feel good, she thought. It ...

... would feel so fucking good right now. But it would be bad, right? Like... what would my boyfriend think? They were just dancing. That's not cheating. It was probably okay, right? He wasn't kissing her. Or fucking her.

He wasn't fucking her.

Fucking her.

The thought lazily drifted into her mind, sliding in to take root, and spreading out to envelop her thoughts, lubricated by gushes of serotonin. She began imagining that fat, hard cock slipping through its restraints and sliding easily between her cheeks and through her engorged folds, nestling itself deep inside her. Moaning, she ground her hips back into him at the thought, her thick ass pressing against his hard cock, straining against his groping hand and the thin lace.

"Fuck, Lexi," Max groaned as he thrusted back against her, the tip of his cock oozing precum, his own desire threatening to overtake him completely. "You're so fucking sexy."

She let out out a soft mewl in response. He could feel her beginning to buckle: the hesitation in her movements, the quiver of her thick legs, the rising knowledge that she had to defend this last barrier against his relentless assault or fully submit to the undeniable fact that she was a thick, cheating rave slut letting this hunky strange raver boy take what he wanted right in the middle of the crowd.

Their bodies were now moving together in perfect synchronization, Lexi's wide hips undulating rhythmically against Max's drooling erection while his other hand roamed ...