The delivery guy has a huge dick so I tip him my huge tits [Exhibitionists]

I’m crouched over, my bare ass facing him, the delivery guy’s thick, meaty cock buried deep inside my wet pussy. He grips my hips hard, pounding into me with raw, animalistic hunger. My tits swing wildly beneath me, nipples grazing the cool floor, a crude, obscene metronome keeping time with his brutal fucking. His balls slap against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure surging through my body. I can hear him grunt and curse, his breath ragged as he takes me like a savage. My cunt is slick, dripping with my juices, the filthy sounds of our fucking echoing through the room. I push back against him, matching his thrusts, desperate to feel every inch of his massive dick stretching me wide. His fingers dig into my flesh, leaving bruises, and I fucking love it. I want to be marked, to be claimed by this stranger’s cock. I can feel my orgasm building, a molten inferno in my belly, ready to consume me. I reach back, grabbing his thigh, pulling him deeper, wanting more. His cock hits that sweet spot inside me, and I scream, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. He roars, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his hot, sticky cum, his body shaking with the force of his release.

I stand up, turning to face him, my tits heaving, nipples hard and glistening. I can see the lust in his eyes as he takes in my bare, sweaty body, his cock still hard, still hungry. I drop to my knees, my mouth watering at the sight of his thick, shiny shaft. I wrap my fingers around the base, feeling his pulse against my palm. I lean in, my tongue flicking out to lick the precum from his tip, the salty taste making my cunt clench. He groans, his hips jerking forward, begging for more. I smile, a wicked, filthy grin, and take him into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around his girth. I suck him deep, my head bobbing, my hand working in tandem, coating his shaft in my spit. I can feel him hit the back of my throat, and I relax, taking him deeper, choking slightly as he fucks my face. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding my movements, controlling me. I gag, tears streaming down my face, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I need this. I need his cock, his cum, his filthy, brutal fucking. I pull off, gasping for breath, and look up at him, my eyes watery, my lips swollen. “Cum on my tits,” I demand, my voice hoarse. He grunts, his cock pulsing in my hand as he strokes himself, his eyes locked on mine. Hot ropes of cum land on my tits, coating them in his seed, marking me as his. I rub it in, moaning at the feel of his cum on my skin, the scent of sex filling the air.