**The Couch Session with Susanne**

I’d known Susanne for a while—just friends, mostly. But tonight, after a few glasses of wine at her place, things took a turn. She stretched out on the couch, her tight tank top barely containing those big, perfect tits of hers, and smirked when she caught me staring. “Like what you see?” she asked, running a hand down her stomach.

Fuck yeah, I did.

Before I knew it, we were making out, hot and heavy, her tongue slipping into my mouth as her hands tugged at my jeans. She wasn’t shy—never had been. Susanne pulled back just long enough to yank her top off, her tits spilling free, nipples already hard. She smirked again. “I shaved just for you,” she murmured, sliding her shorts down to reveal smooth, bare skin and a fat, swollen pussy that looked desperate for attention.

I didn’t waste time. I pushed her onto her back, dragging her legs over my shoulders as I buried my face between her thighs. Her cunt was already dripping, and I licked her from ass to clit in one long, slow stroke. She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh fuck, yes!”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue hard and fast while my fingers teased her soaked entrance. Two fingers slipped inside easily, and she moaned, hips bucking. “More,” she demanded, so I added a third, stretching her tight pussy until she was panting.

Then I remembered something—her little kink. I pulled back just enough to grab the pussy pump she’d left on the coffee table. Susanne bit her lip when she saw it, legs already spreading wider. “You gonna make me fat?” she teased.

Damn right I was.

I placed the cup over her cunt, working the pump until her lips swelled under the pressure, turning red and puffy. Susanne groaned, watching herself in the mirror across the room as her pussy plumped up, her clit jutting out even more. “Fuck, it’s so sensitive,” she whimpered.

I let the pump go, leaving her pussy swollen and throbbing before I dove back in, sucking her engorged clit into my mouth. She cried out, back arching, and I slid my fingers back inside her—this time with my thumb pressing against her tight little asshole.

Susanne tensed for a second, then moaned even louder. “Oh shit, yes, do it.”

I didn’t hesitate. I pushed my thumb inside, just past the first knuckle, and her whole body clenched around me. Her pussy squeezed my fingers so tight I could barely move them, but I kept fucking her slow and deep, working both holes at once.

“Fuck me with your cock,” she gasped. “I need it now.”

I didn’t make her wait. I pulled my fingers free, lined up my dick, and pushed into her swollen, pumped pussy in one smooth thrust. She screamed, nails digging into my arms as her wet heat swallowed me whole.

“So fucking tight,” I growled, slamming into her hard, my hips slapping against her plump lips with every stroke.

Susanne clawed at the couch, legs wrapped around my waist, taking every inch. “Harder,” she begged. “Fucking wreck me!”

So I did. I drilled into her, thumb still buried in her ass, until she came with a scream, her whole body shaking. I didn’t stop—just kept pounding her swollen cunt until I felt my own orgasm building.

“Cum inside me,” she moaned, and that was all it took. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, filling her up until she whimpered from the overload.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, her pumped pussy still twitching around my softening dick. Susanne laughed, breathless. “Fuck, we are *not* staying just friends.”

I grinned. No, we fucking weren’t.