The Heart System

Chapter 783: Chapter 783

I kept thrusting slowly between her thick cheeks, the soft, warm flesh swallowing my cock with every stroke. Precum smeared across her skin, making the friction slick and filthy. The heat of her ass around me was incredible, soft, heavy, and perfectly tight when I squeezed her cheeks together.

Carrie leaned further forward, arching her back deeper, and started shaking her ass for me. The heavy cheeks bounced and clapped softly around my cock. I let go of them, simply watching as the natural movement of her thick ass stroked me on its own.

"Fuck... look at that," I groaned. "Looks so fucking sexy. Your husband is a complete idiot. He has this soft, thick body in his bed every night and he can’t even get hard for it. Meanwhile you’re here shaking this fat ass on another man’s cock like you were made for it."

She moaned, still rolling her hips, letting her cheeks slide up and down my shaft. The sight of her soft, slightly saggy flesh moving around me was hypnotic.

I slapped her ass again, a little firmer this time. "That’s it... keep moving just like that. Show me how much you’ve been needing this. Your husband left you starving, so now you’re going to take everything you need from me."

Carrie pushed back harder, her voice shaky with both arousal and confession. "I hate that I need this so much... but I do. I touch myself thinking about being bent over and used while he’s at work. Imagining someone grabbing these asscheeks and actually wanting them."

She needed to be seen... and I was here to see her. And, hey, maybe do more than seeing.

I grabbed her ass again, squishing the thick flesh tightly around my cock, and started thrusting properly between them. The wet, soft friction was addictive. Every time I pushed forward, her cheeks swallowed me completely; every time I pulled back, they clung to my shaft.

"I’ll use every soft, perfect inch of you the way he never could. You’re so fucking warm... so thick... I could cum just from fucking these cheeks."

Carrie moaned louder, rocking back to meet my movements. "Please... don’t stop. It feels so good. Better than anything I’ve had in years. He used to fuck me, but it was never like this. Never this hungry."

I kept going, thrusting steadily between her soft asscheeks, watching the way the flesh rippled and pressed around my cock. The mix of her confession and the filthy heat of the assjob made everything hotter.

Eventually I pulled back, the cool air hitting my slick cock. I lined the head up against her dripping pussy and rubbed it slowly along her wet folds.

"You ready?"

She nodded, her pussy visibly soaked, juices already coating her inner thighs.

"Yes... fuck me."

I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, burying myself deep in her tight, wet heat. We both moaned as her pussy stretched around me, hot and slick and desperate.

I kept fucking her in steady, deep strokes, my hands gripping her soft hips as I watched her thick ass bounce against me with every thrust.

"Fuck... look at this ass," I muttered, giving one cheek a firm squeeze. "So soft and heavy. Looks perfect bouncing on my cock like this."

Carrie’s phone suddenly started ringing in her pocket. She reached down awkwardly, her pants still bunched around her thighs, and grabbed it. The screen lit up with her husband’s name. I mean, I didn’t know it was her husband but it had two heart emojis next to it.

I let out a short chuckle. "Seems like people like calling you when I’m in the middle of fucking you."

Carrie laughed breathlessly under her breath. "You want me to... answer it?"

I pushed deeper into her, grinding against her ass. "Sure. It’ll be fun. Put it on speaker."

She hesitated for half a second, then accepted the call and hit the speaker button. Her husband’s voice came through clearly.

"Hey, babe. You busy?"

Carrie bit her lip as I kept slowly thrusting into her. "N-no... what’s up?"

"Just checking in. How’s the house? Everything okay over there?"

"Yeah," she managed, her voice a little tight. "It’s fine. Quiet... so big."

I didn’t stop. I kept sliding in and out of her wet pussy in steady strokes, watching her try to keep her breathing under control. Her soft ass kept pressing back against me with every movement.

"You sound a little out of breath," her husband said after a moment. "You okay?"

Carrie shot a quick glance back at me. I just smirked and pushed in deeper. She gritted her teeth, holding back a moan.

"Oh... I’m just... running on the treadmill," she said quickly. "Trying to get some exercise in."

"Ah, okay. Don’t let me hold you up then. I just wanted to hear your voice."

I started fucking her harder, my hips slapping quietly against her soft ass. Carrie gripped the couch cushion tightly, her face flushed as she tried to stay quiet. Her pussy clenched around me every time I bottomed out.

"I love you, honey," her husband said.

That was the moment she broke.

Carrie’s eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body tensed, her pussy clamping down tightly around my cock as she came. She bit her lip so hard it looked painful, trying to keep the sounds in, but a tiny, shaky breath still escaped her.

"I... love you too... honey," she managed after a few seconds, her voice slightly strained. "Bye..."

She quickly ended the call and dropped the phone onto the couch. For a moment the only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and the wet noise of me still slowly moving inside her.

Carrie let out a long, shaky exhale and glanced back at me over her shoulder, her face flushed and a little dazed.

"I can’t believe I just did that," she whispered.

I gave her hip a small squeeze, still buried deep inside her. "You did great. He didn’t suspect a thing."

She let out a weak, almost disbelieving little laugh, still catching her breath. "My heart is still racing... fuck."

"Such a good girl." I leaned in and kissed her neck. "Now, since we have this beautiful weather... let’s not waste that, shall we?"

Carrie blinked, still catching her breath. "What... are you...?"