Chapter 1

Finally falling asleep after a long day, I imagine myself rubbing my voluptuous body against yours as we embrace, our tongues fighting for dominance as we kiss hungrily, the few days we've been apart feeling like months.

My massive tits are pressed as flat as they can be against your hard chest. Your big hands run up and down my back, caressing every roll and curve of my ample body, occasionally squeezing and groping as you like to do. 

"I love the way our bodies fit together so perfectly", you say, acknowledging the contrast between my creamy, abundant softness and your beautifully chiselled form. My squishy flesh thrills you as much as your god-like physique does me, your exploring hands making me wet.

You kiss me harder, biting my lip as you yank my head back by my hair to expose my jaw, which you bite like a predator to its prey. I'll be marked tomorrow, the bruises you leave on my body an amethyst roadmap of your lust before they turn to citrine and peridot then eventually fade from my pale, fat flesh.

You push me to my knees by my shoulders. Tell me to close my eyes. I hear your zipper being pulled down and the rustling of a paper bag. A hint of sweetness hits my nostrils, mixed with your scent, cool and fresh like mountain air. A scent I love to inhale from your armpits as I rest my head on your torso after you've used me.

"Open", you say, and I open my eyes and mouth to the most delicious sight. A long pastry filled with crème pâtissière is lined up beside your cock. I lick my lips, dragging my eyes away from my treat to take in your Adonis belt, defined abs and sculpted pecs.

My eyes meet yours as you look down at me and I bite my lip, still tender from where you bit it earlier. "Enjoy, Kitten", you say. And you instruct me to devour two of my favourite things.

I obey of course, relishing in the taste and sensation of cock and custard filling my greedy mouth as I lap and lick and chew and swallow, your groans escalating my arousal. After all, I'm a good little piggy, aren't I?