SHIT I DROP MY TOWEL IN FRONT OF THE DELIVERY GUY AND SHOW HIM MY BIG ASS

The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my lazy afternoon stupor. I padded to the door, towel wrapped around me, dripping wet from my shower. I swung it open, revealing a lanky delivery guy, eyes widening as he took in my barely covered body. My towel slipped, draping precariously low, exposing the curve of my tits and the swell of my hip. His gaze dropped, hungrily devouring the sight of my slick, shaved pussy lips peeking out from under the fabric. I felt a rush of heat, my nipples hardening into tight buds. I leaned against the doorframe, letting the towel fall further, giving him a full view of my big, round ass. “You gonna stand there gawking or you gonna come in and fuck me?” I purred, my voice low and thick with lust. He stumbled forward, package in hand, eyes never leaving my body. I could see the bulge in his pants, his cock straining against the fabric, ready to fuck. I turned, bending over slightly, giving him a clear view of my asshole, glistening and ready. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I teased, looking over my shoulder, my eyes locked on his. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between desire and restraint. But I knew desire would win. It always does.

I dropped the towel completely, standing naked in the hallway, my body on full display. The delivery guy’s breath hitched, his eyes roaming over every inch of my skin. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw, animalistic desire. I wanted it. I wanted him to take me, to fuck me hard and dirty. I turned to face him, my hand snaking down to my pussy, my fingers slipping inside my wet, eager cunt. I moaned, my head falling back, my eyes never leaving his. “Fuck me,” I demanded, my voice a low growl. “Fuck me like you mean it.” He didn’t need any more encouragement. He dropped the package, his hands reaching for me, pulling me to him. His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming it. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my stomach. I reached down, my hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him, feeling him pulse in my hand. I guided him to my entrance, his cockhead pushing against my pussy lips. I was so wet, so ready. I pushed down, impaling myself on his cock, taking him deep inside me. We both moaned, our bodies pressing together, our breaths mingling. I started to move, riding his cock, my hips grinding against his. I could feel every inch of him, filling me, stretching me. It was raw, it was dirty, it was perfect.