Breeding Chubby Cheating Rave Sluts - Sex Stories

Breeding Chubby Cheating Rave Sluts

... freely over her exposed butt flesh, playing, squeezing, pinching, her soft fleshy butt fat overflowing his fingers each time he dug them in. Their hearts pounded in sync with the heavy bass, and with each other.

It was now or never.

Emboldened by her receptive reaction, Max's hand moved lower, his fingers tracing the front waistband of her panties. He slid his fingers under the lacy material, inching toward her bare pussy. Lexi gasped, her body trembling with anticipation, but then at the final moment before its utter defeat, the thought of her boyfriend came rushing back in suddenly, and she was filled with a surge of alarm.

"Max... wait..." she protested weakly, leaning back into his broad, bare chest and looking up at him over her shoulder, eyes creamy with mixed feelings, voice barely audible over the pounding music. "I have a boyfriend... remember?"

Hesitating mere millimeters from her throbbing, engorged clit, feeling the heat of the thick fuck fluid her trembling pussy was uncontrollably oozing, Max's fingers played with the pink lace of her panties like a cat toying with a mouse. "Your boyfriend doesn't know what he's missing," Max growled, his lips brushing against Lexi's ear. "But I do. And I want you."

Lexi's eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensory overload of the experience. She took deep breaths, the molly high suddenly rising in her chest, her big breasts heaving up and down. She could feel her inhibitions fading, being replaced by a raw, ...

... primal hunger for Max's touch. Her body craved his, needed him, demanded satisfaction. Against the endlessly rising waves of molly-fueled trust and desire, her last-ditch defenses were weakening.

"But... I... I can't," Lexi whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. Their faces were close now, her round rosy cheek hot against the stubble of his jaw, her blonde hair tickling his shoulder. With renewed vigor as the second pill hit her bloodstream, the MDMA was coursing through her veins, making her body feel light and floaty as thoughts swirled and twisted in her mind. It was a feeling growing more distant but still holding on: she loved Spencer, she knew that. But it was becoming difficult to remember why. The way Max was touching her, the rising pleasure, was making it hard to remember why she should resist at all. Why she shouldn't just give in to the deliciously naughty pleasure of being Max's cheating slut.

"I... I love hi-i..." she breathed, barely able to form words, succumbing utterly to the freight train of serotonin that was barreling into her vulnerable, overstimulated synapses.

Max's fingers continued to tease the edge of her panties. His index finger lightly brushed against her swollen clit, sending a jolt across her thick body, chubby thighs and hips and belly and arms and tits all spasming briefly. She was close, so tantalizingly close, to becoming putty in his hands.

"I'm not asking you to stop loving him," he murmured. "I just want to make you ...