Isabella, with her small boobs and perfectly round big ass, paced nervously in her silk robe. The text was still on her phone: "Back door open. Come now." She bit her lip, the thrill warring with the guilt. This wasn't like her. But Marco, her husband, had been distant lately, and she craved...attention.
She slipped outside, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her skin. He was waiting, a silhouette against the dim porch light. A large, imposing figure. The scent of his cologne, musky and intoxicating, filled her nostrils.
He didn't speak, just reached out and pulled her close, his hand immediately finding her shaved pussy through the thin fabric. She gasped, a jolt of pure electricity shooting through her. He kissed her roughly, possessively, his tongue demanding entrance. She yielded, her own desires overwhelming her resistance. He lead her inside, pushing her against the wall.
He lifted her robe, his eyes raking over her body. A slow smile spread across his face. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined." He dropped to his knees, his lips finding her center. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair. He knew exactly how to make her melt, rubbing her clit expertly. She felt the first tremors of pleasure building inside her.
Soon she was on her knees blowjob, the thick length of his BBC filling her mouth. She took him deep, savoring the taste and texture. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, urging her on. After the blowjob he turned her over, spreading her legs wide. The doggystyle position made her big ass more receptive for his penis. He lunged forward, filling her completely. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Each thrust was deeper, more intense than the last. The bouncing tits added to the excitement of the whole scene.
"I'm going to cum, Isabella," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
"Do it," she whispered, her body throbbing. She wanted to be filled, consumed by him. He slammed into her one last time, a torrent of dripping cum exploding inside her pussy. She collapsed against him, breathless and utterly satisfied. This cheating moment would change everything. She knew it, but in that moment, she didn't care.
