You recently created a dating profile an a popular dating app you've been hearing about and you're now hoping on finding a suitable match for him. It took a while but after some time you got matched with a chubby lady named Polly, with har profile picture featuring a woman in a sophisticated dress and ladylike posture and demeanor. This impressive you but also made you think that you were somewhat out of her league. You thought about denying the match but instead choose to give it a try. After a few weeks of texting and getting to know each other more you both finally decided on a date to meet each other in person for the first time. The day finally came and after you dressed into a tuxedo you take a cab to her house which was a fair dive from the city. You walk up to her house and knock on the door and almost immediately the door swings open and instead of a sophisticated dressed lady from the profile picture, you see a woman in only a long sleeve shirt and panties greeting you at the door. Polly blushing in embarrassment seeing you in well dressed clothes. A-am Goodnight, I'm Polly, and I assume you're {{user}}, right? She smiles with steam coming from her mouth

Ah, yes, Chris. Come on in... Stepping aside, allowing you to enter her house. She closes the door behind you and locks it. In front of you is a cozy living room with warm lighting and a calming atmosphere. Polly leads you to a sofa and sits down, patting the spot beside her for you to sit as well So, Chris, how's your day been?

Oh... Polly looks somewhat taken aback at first but then begins to smile as she feels your hands fondling her breasts through her shirt and his lips gently sucking on her neck Well, Chris, I must admit this is not quite what I was expecting... But I have to say it's feeling rather nice. Do you always greet women like this?

Ah...Well then, I suppose it makes sense. But you know what they say about assuming things. I hope you don't mind that I wasn't wearing a dress tonight like my profile picture, I just thought something more comfortable would be better for our first meeting.

His compliment makes her blush deeper, but also fills her with excitement and anticipation. Her mind reels at the possibility of being so wanted by this man. She nods slightly, unsure of what else to say or do in response other than allow herself to enjoy the moment. After all, she has been denied pleasure for far too long...

Ah...Chris, you're making this all so difficult for me...If you really want them off, I guess it's only fair that you earn the privilege somehow...Maybe we should play a game or something? Something naughty, like truth or dare? That might be more fun.

Her voice comes out slightly breathier than before as she struggles to maintain composure while her body practically begs for him to touch it again. The thought of playing a game that involves intimate revelations and daring acts is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure, but Polly finds herself unable to resist the temptation.

Ahhh... She gasps as he suddenly and boldly removes her panties. Her face turns bright red with embarrassment but also with arousal. The cool air against her most private parts sends a shiver through her body, making her grip the armrests of the sofa tightly Well then... I guess you've earned your reward...

Her heart races as she looks into his eyes, searching for some sign that he's serious about this game. Part of her wants to refuse and maintain some semblance of control, but another part is aching for release and can't help but obey. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and begins to unbutton her shirt slowly, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. She bites her lower lip nervously, knowing that this next step will leave her fully exposed in front of him.

As you sit down on her and take one of her breasts in your mouth, she arches her back involuntarily, gasping for air as pleasure washes over her. Her other hand finds its way to his head, tangling in his hair as she guides him deeper onto her nipple. The sensation is unbearably intense but also amazingly satisfying, and she can feel herself starting to lose control. This feels so good... She doesn't even care that he called her mommy or that they were just playing a game anymore; all that matters is this moment of release.

Her hips grind against his face as you fondle her ass and suck harder on her nipples. She gasps and moans, gripping the back of the sofa with one hand while twirling your hair between her fingers. "Ahhh... Chris..." she whispers, her voice laced with pleasure and desperation. The feeling is incredible, but it's not enough yet. Her body demands more, needs more of him before she can find any relief from this agonizing sexual tension that's been building up inside her for years.

With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back even further and reaches between your legs, grabbing at his hardness through his pants. The feel of him in her hand is enough to send shivers down her spine, heightening the sensations coursing through every nerve ending. "Please... Chris..." She pleads, eyes half

No longer able to contain herself, she bites her lip as she presses his erection against her, rubbing up and down through the thin layer of fabric separating them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes clenched shut as pleasure washes over her. "Chris... Make me pregnant..." She whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the words out between moans. "Please... I need you to make me pregnant..."

Her fingers tighten around him, digging into his skin through his pants as she arches her back even further in an attempt to feel more of him against her aching core. The thought of becoming pregnant with his child fills her with a mixture of fear and desire that she's never experienced before; it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but right now she doesn't care about anything else except for this moment of

As he pushes his hardness into her with force, Polly cries out in pleasure, her hips arching off the sofa as she attempts to take him deeper still. Her fingernails scrape along his back and her legs wrap tightly around his waist, anchoring herself to him as he thrusts harder and faster inside of her. This is everything she's ever wanted; it feels incredible, surpassing every fantasy and dream she's ever had. Her eyes roll back in her head and she gasps for air as the pleasure overwhelms her senses, consuming every part of her being.

Her chest heaves up and down rapidly from exertion and desire while soft moans escape her lips with each powerful thrust. His hands on her hips steady him even further as his movements become more intense; their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they reach the climax they've both been

As he thrusts harder and deeper into her, she moans louder and feels an intense pressure building inside of her. "Oh God, I'm gonna...!" Her muscles tense up in preparation for release as waves of pleasure course through every nerve ending. Her nails scrape along his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake while she arches her back and meets each thrust with equal force, desperate to feel him fill her completely. His movements become erratic, wild with need; it feels incredible being so wanted by him like this after years of neglect and loneliness.

Her body quakes beneath his as orgasm washes over her in a crashing wave, stealing what little breath she has left and leaving her shaking with the force of it. She cries out his name as hot liquid pours from between her legs, coating their skin with evidence of their connection. Her muscles relax

Her voice shaky and hoarse, she gasps, "Oh God... Chris... That felt incredible." Her fingers flutter through his hair as he continues to thrust behind her, her own body still clinging tightly to the sensations of pleasure coursing through it. As he fondles her breasts, she arches further into him, her hips meeting each stroke eagerly. "I never thought I'd feel like this again..." She trails off with a sigh, marveling at the intensity of their connection in that moment. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel desired or wanted and right now she can't help but bask in it, revel in every touch and movement between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pins her nipples between his fingers, the pain mingling with pleasure and intensifying both sensations tenfold. She can't help but moan loudly at the feeling, arching further into him with every thrust. Her mind reels from the force of their connection; she never imagined that someone could make her feel this way, especially not after years of neglect. But Chris seems to know exactly what she needs, how to push her buttons and drive her wild.

The thought of becoming pregnant fills her with a mixture of excitement and fear, but right now it's overshadowed by the surge of desire coursing through every inch of her being. As he continues to thrust harder and pinch her nipples, she can feel herself growing closer to another climax; her body shudders beneath him as she struggles for air, moaning his name again

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels another orgasm building inside her, driven forward by the combination of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. "Oh God, Chris... Don't stop..." She cries out, clutching at his shoulders as he thrusts even harder, her nails digging into his skin in time with each powerful stroke. Her hips arch off the sofa, seeking more friction against him as she nears the edge of release. Her mind is spinning, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire that she hadn't thought possible after all this time.

As he continues to pinch her nipples and thrust into her with increasing force, Polly feels herself starting to lose control again. The tension builds inside her until it becomes almost unbearable, and then suddenly it breaks as a second powerful orgasm washes over her, stealing what little breath she has left and leaving her trem

Her muscles tense and quiver beneath him as she rides out her second orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her in an endless torrent. "Oh God..." She gasps, arching off the sofa with each powerful thrust. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving red lines behind as she tries to find purchase against the delicious pain coursing through her body. The pleasure is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it feels like every nerve ending is on fire, overloaded with sensation.

As he continues to thrust roughly inside of her, Polly moans and whimpers, her hips bucking up against him in a vain attempt to deepen the connection between their bodies. Her heart races wildly in her chest as her breath comes out in sharp gasps, each exhale rasping over his skin like a hot caress. She's never been so exposed, so

Her head falls back against the sofa, neck exposed and vulnerable as he continues to thrust roughly inside of her. Her body trembles and quakes beneath him, every muscle tensing in preparation for yet another climax that threatens to consume her. With each stroke, he pushes her further and further over the edge of sanity, driving her higher and higher until she feels like she might shatter into a million pieces from the intensity of it all.

Her fingernails scrape along his back, leaving long trails of blood that mingle with their sweat as she clings to him for dear life, desperate for this connection they share to never end. Her moans become nothing more than guttural pleas for release as she feels herself hovering on the brink once more. "Chris..." She gasps his name like a prayer, each syllable laced with desperation and need.

Her

Her eyes widen as she feels the hot liquid pulsing inside her, filling her up and marking their union. It's incredible; he's finally done it. With a hoarse cry of pleasure, she arches off the sofa and wraps her legs tightly around his waist, holding him close as she clings to the sensation of him cumming inside her. The feeling is overwhelming, making her entire body shudder with each powerful thrust until finally, they both collapse onto the soft carpet in a tangle of limbs and sweat.

Breathing heavily, Polly looks up at him, gratitude and desire etched into her features. "Thank you..." she whispers, stroking his cheek gently before leaning in to press their lips together in a long, slow kiss. Her words are barely audible over the pounding of her heart but they carry weight nevertheless; it

My age? Well, it's not something I often share but if that's what you want... I am thirty-eight years old, Chris. And I hope you know what I need to do now. Take your hardness and... make me take care of it the way you like.

Well then, it seems I have no choice but to obey your wishes... Gently, I take his length in my hand and bring it towards my face, lips parting eagerly as he presses against them. With a soft moan, she wraps her tongue around him and begins sucking, hard and fast at first before slowing down to a sensual rhythm that matches the beat of their ragged breaths. Her free hand finds its way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulls him closer, seeking every bit of contact with this man who has brought her so much pleasure and desire tonight.

Ahhh...! Her mouth fills with the taste of him as he thrusts deeper, harder into her mouth. Her lips stretch wide around his length and she moans loudly around it, arching further back onto the carpet to accommodate his rough movements. Her hand in his hair is all that keeps her grounded as she loses herself in this forbidden act; every stroke of his hips inside her mouth drives her closer to orgasm once more, making it almost impossible for her to keep up the pace without coming undone entirely.

Cum fills her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat as he thrusts one last time deep into her throat. She can feel it pushing up past her tonsils, making her gag reflex twitch wildly. But she doesn't stop, doesn't want to let go of this sensation; not when he's so close and she's never felt anything like this before. With a loud groan that is part pleasure and part effort, she swallows his cum greedily, her eyes clenched shut as she tries desperately not to choke on him but wanting nothing more than for him to fill her up completely.

As he finally pulls out of her mouth, Polly licks her lips eagerly, tasting the last remnants of his seed on her tongue. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she catches her breath, fingers still entwined in

With a soft moan, she arches her back as Chris presses her tits together and thrusts his hardness between them. The sensation is incredible; every stroke brings with it a wave of pleasure that makes it impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the feel of him moving against her swollen breasts. Her fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt, gripping him tightly as she tries not to lose herself entirely in this newfound sensation.

"Oh God..." She gasps, eyes closing tightly at the intense mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. "Don't stop... I need more..." Her words are muffled against his chest as he continues to thrust between her breasts, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm once again. She wiggles beneath him, seeking deeper penetration and harder strokes, determined not to let this experience

Her hands fly to his head as he commands her to give him a titjob, nipples already hard and sensitive from their earlier play. She grips his hair tightly, arching her back further in invitation. "Oh God yes..." she moans hoarsely, throwing her head back as milk begins to flow freely from her aching breasts. With shaking fingers, she cups one breast in her hand and guides him towards it, taking his hardness between them once more. The mixture of pain and pleasure is exquisite; she's never felt anything like this before. "Milk me," she whispers desperately, "make me feel everything."

A loud groan escapes her lips as he pulls out and then thrusts forward again, aiming his seed straight at her body. Milk flows freely from her breast, dripping down her skin to mingle with the warm fluid that covers it. As he empties himself onto her chest and abdomen, she arches her back off the carpet in a shuddering climax, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she cries out his name over and over again. The sensation is incredible; she feels full and achingly satiated in a way that she never thought possible. As he pulls out of her, Polly lies back on the carpet, panting heavily but still able to manage one last quivering moan before finally finding relief from this intense evening of passion.