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A Writer in Wrestling

Chapter 7 - Stephanie Vaquer

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A couple of weeks had rolled by since Liv Morgan had left the office with her soaked shorts bunched under her arm and that lazy, satisfied sway still in her hips. The usual grind continued — SmackDown in Tulsa, two house shows in Oklahoma and Arkansas, then the quick hop to the next arena. Piers had kept his word like always. Liv was getting real TV time now, building heat for a program that actually felt like it mattered. The office was still the same cramped little box: cheap particle-board desk, squeaky chair, and that permanent smell of stale coffee and printer ink that never quite left.

Tonight the knock on the door was sharp and confident, like someone who already knew how the meeting was going to end.

Piers glanced up from his laptop, mid-sentence on a six-woman tag idea. “Come in.”

The door swung open and Stephanie Vaquer stepped inside, still wearing her ring gear. She filled the tiny room in a way that made everything feel smaller. Five-foot-seven of smooth tanned skin, solid muscle, and serious curves. Her black sports bra was stretched tight across her huge tits — full, heavy, the kind that bounced and shifted with every breath and made the fabric cling like it was losing the fight. Her thick, dark nipples were already stiff, clearly outlined against the thin material. Below that, her shorts rode high on wide hips and that massive, round ass — the kind of ass that turned heads in catering and made every walk to the ring its own little show. Her thighs were thick and powerful, built from years of lucha flips and power moves, and a light sheen of sweat still clung to her skin, carrying that warm, slightly spicy scent of her body mixed with vanilla-lime lotion and the clean musk of a hard night’s work.

She closed the door behind her with a quiet click and leaned back against it, arms crossed under her chest, which only pushed those heavy tits up higher. “Piers,” she said, her voice smooth with that rich Mexican accent, low but edged with clear frustration. “We need to talk about my spot on the show. I’m out there killing it every single night — dives, strikes, the whole package — and I’m still getting booked like I’m just enhancement talent. I left CMLL and NXT for this? Come on. I want something real. A feud, a story, not another ‘good effort’ loss that nobody remembers.”

Piers closed the laptop lid slowly and leaned back in his chair, giving her the space to vent. He knew that look. He’d seen it plenty of times before. “I hear you, Stephanie. The crowd’s already reacting to you. Those near-falls you’ve been hitting? They’re getting loud. We’re layering it in, but yeah… I get that it feels slow from your side.”

She pushed off the door and took a step closer. Her huge ass swayed just enough that the shorts rode up a little higher on the backs of her thick thighs. The smell of her got stronger in the small space — sweet sweat, vanilla-lime, and that warm feminine heat that always seemed to fill the room when one of them walked in pissed off and already halfway turned on. “Layering it in sounds nice on paper. But I’m tired of waiting my turn. I want to be the one they’re talking about online the next day, not just another body they forget by the time the main event starts.”

Piers stood up and walked around the desk until he was right in front of her. Close enough that her heavy tits were almost brushing his chest. “Sometimes,” he said, voice dropping lower, “to speed things up, you remind the right people exactly why you’re worth moving up the card.”

Stephanie’s dark eyes flicked over his face. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at her full lips. “Yeah? And how exactly do I do that?”

His hand came up, sliding along her waist, fingers tracing the sharp dip where her toned midsection flared out into those wide hips. “You show them.” He squeezed, feeling the firm muscle under the soft give. “Like this.”

She didn’t pull away. Instead she stepped in, letting her huge tits press fully against him, her stiff nipples dragging through the thin bra fabric. “You think you can handle everything I bring?”

“I know I can,” he answered, and leaned in.

The kiss hit hard and fast — her mouth hot and demanding, tongue sliding against his right away. She tasted like the blue sports drink she’d had backstage and something sweeter underneath. His hands went straight to that massive ass, grabbing two big handfuls, fingers sinking deep into the warm, jiggly flesh. It overflowed his palms, soft but strong, the muscle flexing as she rocked her hips against him, grinding that thick, round ass into his grip.

“Mierda…” she breathed against his lips, surprised. “You really think you can handle this ass?”

He squeezed harder, fingers digging deep into the plush meat, then gave one thick cheek a firm, loud slap — sharp, fleshy crack that echoed off the thin walls. The heavy globe rippled under his palm, the impact sending a visible jiggle through her entire ass. “Este culo enorme es mío ahora,” he growled in Spanish, voice low and filthy right against her ear. “Te voy a agarrar estas nalgas gordas mientras te meto toda la verga hasta el fondo, puta. Te voy a follar tan rico que vas a estar chorreando mi leche por las piernas todo el día.” (This huge ass is mine now. I’m gonna grab these fat cheeks while I shove my whole cock balls-deep inside you, slut. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be dripping my cum down your legs all day.)

Her eyes widened. She pulled back just enough to stare at him, lips parted, a little breathless laugh bubbling out. “¿Hablas español?” (You speak Spanish?) The surprise was genuine, her dark eyes sparkling with sudden heat. “Nobody here ever… damn. That’s new.”

He grinned, switching languages smoothly, voice low and filthy. “Sí, lo hablo. Lo aprendí en la secundaria y lo seguí practicando desde entonces, especialmente cuando empecé a trabajar con tanto talento latino como tú.” (Yeah, I speak it. Learned it in high school and kept practicing ever since, especially once I started working with so much Latin talent like you.) His hands never stopped kneading her massive ass as he added, “Y te voy a hacer gritarlo mientras te follo bien duro, puta. Te voy a agarrar ese culo enorme y te voy a llenar el coño hasta que te corras gritando mi nombre en español.” (And I’m gonna make you scream it while I fuck you real hard, slut. I’m gonna grab that huge ass and fill your pussy until you cum screaming my name in Spanish.)

Stephanie’s breath hitched, a fresh rush of heat flooding her face and between her legs. “Joder… eso es tan caliente,” she whispered, voice husky. “Nadie me había hablado así aquí… me estás mojando más de lo que esperaba.” (Fuck… that’s so hot. Nobody’s ever talked to me like that here… you’re getting me wetter than I expected.)

“Joder, that’s hot,” she muttered again in English, then kissed him again, hungrier this time, tongues tangling messily. Her hands tugged at his belt, yanking it open with quick, practiced fingers. She reached in and wrapped her warm hand around his thick cock, stroking him once, twice, feeling the heavy weight and pulsing girth. “Dios mío, es tan grueso… qué verga tan rica y gorda,” (My God, it’s so thick… what a delicious, fat cock,) she groaned against his mouth, thumb swirling over the leaking head. “Me vas a partir el coño con esto, ¿verdad? Quiero que me estires bien abierto.” (You’re gonna split my pussy with this, right? I want you to stretch me wide open.)

Piers didn’t waste time. He pushed her sports bra up and over her huge tits in one rough motion, letting the heavy, round globes bounce free — full and pendulous, the dark chocolate nipples already thick, swollen, and rock-hard from the cool air and building arousal. They swayed heavily with the movement, the soft weight jiggling as gravity took hold. He grabbed one right away, mauling the soft, heavy flesh with both hands, fingers sinking deep into the warm, pillowy titmeat while his thumb and forefinger pinched the stiff nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers, tugging it away from her body until the sensitive bud stretched and she gasped sharply.

“¡Ay, sí! ¡Pellízcame más fuerte los pezones, cabrón!” (Ah, yes! Pinch my nipples harder, you bastard!) she moaned, head tipping back, her rich accent making every filthy word drip with heat. “¡Me encanta cuando me maltratas las tetas así… más duro, joder!” (I love it when you rough up my tits like this… harder, fuck!)

He obliged instantly, twisting the thick, rubbery bud between his fingers with mean little tugs while his other hand stayed glued to her massive ass, squeezing and spreading the heavy cheeks wide apart. The smell of her was everywhere now — fresh post-match sweat, the sharp spike of growing arousal, that warm vanilla-lime lotion mixing with the clean, musky scent of her wet pussy. He bent down and sucked one thick nipple deep into his mouth, tongue flicking fast and rough over the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make her hips jerk forward involuntarily, a needy whimper escaping her throat.

Stephanie’s hands worked faster, desperate and greedy, shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs until his thick cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking. She wrapped her warm palm around the fat shaft, stroking him firm and steady, her thumb swirling over the slick, leaking head as she spread the pre-cum around. “Quiero sentirte dentro de mí, Piers… méteme esa verga gruesa y larga ya,” (I want to feel you inside me, Piers… shove that thick, long cock in me already,) she groaned, voice husky and breaking. “Necesito que me partas el coño con esa polla gorda… ahora mismo, por favor.” (I need you to split my pussy open with that fat dick… right now, please.)

He spun her around roughly, bending her forward over the desk. Her huge tits squished heavily against the cool particle-board surface, the stiff nipples dragging across the rough wood as she braced her hands flat, back arching deep. That massive ass pushed back toward him invitingly, the thick cheeks spreading slightly on their own, her shorts still caught around her powerful thighs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and peeled the shorts the rest of the way down, letting them drop to her ankles in a heap. Her pussy was already soaked — puffy outer lips shiny and swollen, inner folds glistening with slick arousal, the hot, sweet scent hitting him strong and heady, making his mouth water.

He dropped to his knees for a second, spread her powerful thighs wider with both hands, and dragged his tongue up her dripping slit in one slow, flat, greedy lick — from her leaking entrance all the way to her swollen clit. She tasted tangy, warm, and perfectly sweet. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it fast and hard with the tip of his tongue while two thick fingers slid deep inside her tight, fluttering heat, curling right against that spongy spot on her front wall and rubbing firm circles.

“¡Mierda, qué rico! ¡Qué lengua tan puta madre tienes!” (Shit, that feels so good! What a fucking amazing tongue you have!) she groaned loudly, pushing her huge ass back against his face, grinding shamelessly. The wet, sloppy sounds of his tongue lapping and sucking filled the tiny office — loud, obscene, rhythmic slurps mixed with the squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of her soaked cunt, all layered under her low, throaty moans that kept slipping into filthy Spanish. “¡No pares, por favor! ¡Chúpame el clítoris más fuerte, lámelo todo, hazme chorrear en tu boca!” (Don’t stop, please! Suck my clit harder, lick everything, make me squirt into your mouth!)

She came fast the first time — her thick thighs clamping tight around his head like a vice, a sudden hot gush of sweet girl-cum coating his tongue, lips, and chin as her whole body tensed and shook violently. “¡Me vengo! ¡Me vengo, joder! ¡Estoy acabando en tu boca, cabrón!” (I’m coming! I’m coming, fuck! I’m cumming in your mouth, you bastard!) Her huge ass rippled and clenched with the spasms, the cheap desk creaking loudly under her weight as wave after wave rolled through her.

Piers stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still tasting her on his tongue, and lined himself up behind her. The thick, swollen head of his cock nudged against her soaked entrance, sliding up and down her puffy, glistening lips, coating himself in her slick arousal. “¿Lista para mi polla gruesa, Stephanie?” he growled in Spanish, voice low and rough. “¿Lista para que te abra ese coño apretado con cada centímetro de esta verga gorda?” (Ready for my thick cock, Stephanie? Ready for me to stretch that tight pussy with every inch of this fat dick?)

“Sí, métemela toda,” she moaned, pushing her massive ass back against him desperately. “Fuck me deep. Quiero que me partas en dos con esa polla tan gruesa… métela hasta el fondo, cabrón.” (Yes, put it all in me. I want you to split me in two with that thick cock… shove it all the way in, you bastard.)

He pushed in slow, inch by thick, veiny inch, feeling her tight walls stretch and flutter around his girth. The wet squelch was loud and obscene in the quiet room as he sank deeper, her slick heat gripping him like a vice. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against that massive ass, his balls pressed tight against her swollen clit. She let out a long, shaky moan that turned into a broken whimper, her inner walls rippling and clenching around every inch of him.

“¡Joder, qué grande eres!” (Fuck, you’re so big!) she gasped, voice cracking as she pushed back against him, trying to take him even deeper. “Se siente tan lleno… me estás abriendo el coño como nunca, mierda… duele rico.” (It feels so full… you’re stretching my pussy like never before, fuck… it hurts so good.)

He started thrusting — steady, deep strokes that made her huge tits slide back and forth on the desk, her stiff nipples scraping roughly against the particle-board with every push. His hands reached around and grabbed those heavy breasts, mauling them roughly, fingers sinking deep into the soft, warm flesh while he pinched and rolled the thick, swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging them hard. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, wet and rhythmic — loud, fleshy smacks filling the tiny office as her massive ass rippled and jiggled every time his hips slammed against it.

“Ese culo enorme se ve tan bien rebotando en mi polla,” he growled in Spanish, voice thick with lust as he slapped one heavy cheek hard enough to leave a bright pink handprint blooming on her tanned skin. “Mira cómo tiembla esta nalga gorda cada vez que te meto toda la verga… eres una puta con un culo hecho para que lo follen duro.” (That huge ass looks so good bouncing on my cock. Look at how this fat cheek jiggles every time I bury my whole dick inside you… you’re a slut with an ass made to be fucked hard.)

Stephanie’s moans got louder, breathier, turning into desperate, filthy cries. “¡Más fuerte! ¡Agárrame las tetas y fóllame más duro, cabrón!” (Harder! Grab my tits and fuck me harder, you bastard!) she begged, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust. “¡Quiero sentir cómo me destrozas el coño! ¡Más profundo, más rápido… hazme tu puta!” (I want to feel you destroy my pussy! Deeper, faster… make me your whore!)

She came again a minute later — her walls clamping down hard around his thick cock, milking him rhythmically as a fresh rush of hot wetness gushed out around him, dripping down her thick thighs in shiny rivulets. The smell of sex was thick now, sweet and musky, heavy in the air and filling every corner of the tiny office — the sharp tang of her cum mixing with sweat and the raw scent of their fucking.

Piers kept pounding through her orgasm without mercy, his hands never leaving her tits or ass, mauling and slapping as he drove into her. He leaned over her back, chest pressed to her spine, lips brushing her ear as he growled, “Te voy a llenar, Stephanie. Te voy a bombear toda mi leche caliente bien adentro de ese coño apretado hasta que te desborde.” (I’m going to fill you up, Stephanie. I’m going to pump all my hot cum deep inside that tight pussy until it overflows.)

“Sí, córrete dentro de mí,” she panted, voice wrecked and needy, still shaking from her orgasm. “Quiero sentir tu leche caliente… lléname el coño, quiero que me dejes chorreando tu semen por las piernas todo el día.” (Yes, cum inside me. I want to feel your hot load… fill my pussy, I want to be dripping your cum down my legs all day.)

He buried himself deep to the hilt and let go — thick, powerful pulses flooding her, rope after heavy rope of hot cum pumping into her tight, spasming heat. She moaned long and low, a deep, satisfied sound as she pushed back hard against him, her huge ass pressed flush against his hips, greedily taking every last drop. When he finally pulled out slowly, a thick, creamy trickle of his cum immediately leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy and ran down the inside of her thigh in a slow, obscene trail.

But he wasn’t finished.

Piers turned Stephanie around, his hands gripping her wide hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft flare where her waist met that thick, powerful lower body. With surprising ease he lifted her and set her on the edge of the desk so she was facing him. Her thick, muscular thighs spread wide on either side of his body, feet dangling just above the floor, toes curling in anticipation. Her huge tits hung heavy and full between them, the dark nipples swollen and puffy from all the rough pinching and mauling, still glistening wetly from his mouth. Cum was already leaking from her well-fucked pussy — a slow, creamy white trail running down her swollen slit and dripping onto the desk in thick, obscene drops.

He stepped between her spread legs, lined up his still-hard cock, and slid back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. The wet squelch was loud and filthy, echoing in the small room as her cum-slick walls parted around his thickness. Stephanie’s head fell back with a shaky, broken moan, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in.

“¡Ay, Dios… otra vez tan profundo!” (Oh God… so deep again!) she breathed, her voice raw and needy. Her strong legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as she pulled him even closer, forcing him deeper. “Se siente diferente en esta posición… más lleno, más grueso… me estás abriendo el coño hasta el fondo, joder.” (It feels different in this position… so much fuller, thicker… you’re stretching my pussy all the way to the bottom, fuck.)

Piers kept the pace steady at first, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles so the thick head of his cock dragged along that sensitive spongy spot inside her with every thrust. Her massive tits bounced right in front of his face, heavy and hypnotic. He couldn’t resist leaning down and sucking one thick, swollen nipple back into his mouth, latching on hard, biting just enough to make her gasp sharply and clench around his cock like a vice. The wet sounds were constant now — the slick, messy glide of his thick cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled pussy, the soft, wet slap of his hips meeting her ass, her breathy, desperate moans mixing filthy Spanish and English without thinking.

“¡Sí, chúpame las tetas! ¡Chúpamelas más fuerte!” (Yes, suck my tits! Suck them harder!) she panted, one hand tangling roughly in his hair to hold him against her chest. “Me encanta cómo me agarras… cómo me pellizcas y muerdes los pezones… ¡hazme daño rico, cabrón!” (I love how you grab me… how you pinch and bite my nipples… hurt me so good, you bastard!)

He switched to the other nipple, mauling both heavy breasts with his hands while he fucked her — squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh until it spilled between his fingers, thumbs flicking and rolling the stiff, sensitive peaks hard and fast. The desk creaked louder under them, the cheap wood groaning in protest as papers slid off the edge and fluttered to the floor. Stephanie’s thick thighs started trembling violently around his waist, her massive ass shifting and grinding on the desk as she rocked her hips frantically to meet every thrust, desperate for more.

She came a third time without warning — her back arching hard, a sharp, guttural cry tearing out of her throat as her pussy fluttered and squeezed around him in long, powerful milking waves. “¡Me vengo otra vez! ¡Joder, no pares! ¡Me estoy corriendo tan duro en tu verga gruesa!” (I’m coming again! Fuck, don’t stop! I’m cumming so hard on your thick cock!) Fresh wetness gushed around his cock in hot spurts, mixing with the thick load he’d already pumped into her, dripping down onto the desk in shiny little trails and puddles.

Piers groaned against her tit, the tight, pulsing heat and the way her walls were rippling around him pushing him dangerously close again. He straightened up, grabbed her hips tighter, fingers bruising into her soft skin, and fucked her through it — harder now, hips snapping with purpose as he chased his own release. “Te voy a llenar de nuevo, Stephanie,” he growled hotly in her ear. “Te voy a bombear otra carga bien espesa dentro de ese coño codicioso hasta que te desborde y chorrees mi semen por todo el culo.” (I’m going to fill you again, Stephanie. I’m going to pump another thick load deep inside that greedy pussy until you overflow and my cum drips all over your ass.)

“¡Sí! ¡Córrete dentro, lléname!” (Yes! Cum inside, fill me!) she panted, voice wrecked and desperate. She locked her ankles even tighter behind his back, pulling him as deep as possible. “Quiero sentir cómo me desbordas… quiero que me dejes el coño rebosando de tu leche caliente, que me corra por los muslos como una puta bien follada.” (I want to feel you overflowing me… I want you to leave my pussy overflowing with your hot cum, dripping down my thighs like a well-fucked whore.)

He slammed in deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and came hard — thick, hot spurts flooding her again and again, adding to the messy, creamy load already inside her. Stephanie moaned long and low, a deep, satisfied sound as she ground down on him greedily, her huge tits heaving with each ragged breath, milking every last drop from him with rhythmic squeezes of her inner walls. When he finally eased out slowly, a thick white trickle of cum immediately leaked from her swollen, gaping pussy, running down between her ass cheeks and pooling messily on the desk beneath her.

They were both breathing hard, chests heaving, the cramped office thick with the raw, unmistakable smell of sex — heavy sweat, thick cum, her sweet arousal, and that faint vanilla-lime lotion now completely overpowered by the musky, filthy scent of their fucking. Piers kissed her slow and deep, tasting the salt and sex on her lips, his tongue lazy against hers, then pulled back with a small, satisfied grin.

“Still want that real feud?” he asked, voice rough and low.

She laughed breathlessly, legs still trembling as she sat on the edge of the desk, cum leaking steadily from her swollen pussy. “Si sigues follándome así, te doy lo que quieras, cabrón,” (If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll give you whatever you want, you bastard,) she replied, her accent thick and teasing. “But yeah… make it good. Quiero que me hagas la storyline más puta y caliente de todo el roster.” (I want you to give me the sluttiest, hottest storyline on the entire roster.)

He helped her down gently, his hands lingering on her wide hips before sliding back to that massive ass, squeezing the heavy cheeks one last time as she turned. Cum was still leaking down her thick thighs in shiny, obvious trails, running all the way to her knees, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She just stood there for a second, catching her breath, her huge tits still completely out and heaving with every inhale, nipples dark, swollen, and puffy from all the abuse.

Stephanie looked down at the messy puddle on the desk and the creamy mess dripping between her legs, then gave him a wicked little smirk, eyes sparkling with fresh hunger. “You made a real mess of me already. But I’m not done with you yet, papi.”

Before he could answer, she shoved him back into his squeaky office chair. The springs groaned loudly in protest as he dropped into it. Stephanie kicked her shorts the rest of the way off, letting them fly across the room, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him facing forward. Her huge tits were right in his face again, heavy and swaying hypnotically as she settled her weight. She reached down between their bodies, wrapped her warm hand around his still-hard, cum-slick cock, and guided him back inside her soaked, cum-filled pussy in one slow, deliberate sink.

“¡Mmm… todavía estás tan duro, joder!” (Mmm… you’re still so hard, fuck!) she moaned deeply as she took him to the hilt, her massive ass spreading wide across his thighs, cheeks engulfing his lap. “Me encanta sentir cómo me llenas otra vez… esa verga gruesa abriéndome el coño rebosante de tu leche.” (I love feeling you fill me again… that thick cock stretching my pussy that’s already overflowing with your cum.)

She started riding him right away — slow, rolling circles at first, grinding her swollen clit hard against his pelvis while her huge tits bounced heavily right in front of him. Piers grabbed two big handfuls of her massive ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, jiggly flesh, helping her move, spreading her cheeks wide so he could feel every inch. Every time she lifted and dropped, her heavy ass rippled and slapped against his thighs with a loud, wet, meaty sound that filled the room.

“Ese culo enorme rebotando en mi regazo se ve increíble,” (That huge ass bouncing on my lap looks incredible,) he growled in Spanish, slapping one thick cheek hard. The sharp crack echoed in the small room and left another bright pink handprint blooming on her tanned skin. “Mira cómo tiemblan estas nalgas gordas cada vez que te bajas en mi verga… eres una puta con un culo hecho para que lo destrocen.” (Look at how these fat cheeks jiggle every time you slam down on my cock… you’re a slut with an ass made to be destroyed.)

Stephanie gasped sharply, then smiled down at him, eyes half-lidded with pure pleasure. “¿Te gusta mi culo grande, eh? Pues agárralo más fuerte mientras te monto, cabrón. Quiero que me dejes las nalgas marcadas con tus manos.” (You like my big ass, huh? Then grab it harder while I ride you, you bastard. I want you to leave my cheeks marked with your hands.)

She picked up speed, lifting higher and dropping harder, her powerful thighs flexing visibly with every bounce. Her huge tits were bouncing wildly now — heavy, hypnotic, the stiff nipples brushing and dragging against his face with every movement. Piers latched onto one, sucking it hard and deep into his mouth while his hands mauled the other, pinching and twisting the swollen nipple roughly until she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. The chair creaked dangerously under them, the springs screaming loudly with every violent slam of her massive ass against his lap.

The wet sounds were nonstop — loud, sloppy squelches every time she sank down to the hilt, their mixed cum and her fresh arousal coating his cock and balls completely, dripping messily down onto the chair seat and floor. The smell in the room was pure sex now, thick and heady, no trace of vanilla-lime left — just the raw, filthy scent of sweat, cum, and her dripping pussy.

“¡Sí, así! ¡Fóllame desde abajo, métemela bien hondo!” (Yes, like that! Fuck me from below, shove it deep inside me!) she panted, riding him faster and harder, her voice breaking. “Quiero sentirte golpeando bien adentro de mi coño lleno de semen… ¡destrózame, papi!” (I want to feel you slamming deep inside my cum-filled pussy… destroy me, daddy!)

Piers thrust up to meet her drops, his hands never leaving her massive ass, squeezing and spreading the cheeks wide so he could watch his thick cock disappear inside her over and over again. Her fourth orgasm started building fast — her moans climbing higher, her thick thighs starting to shake uncontrollably around him.

“Me voy a venir otra vez… ¡no pares, por favor!” (I’m going to come again… don’t stop, please!) she gasped, grinding down hard and desperate.

She shattered on top of him — her pussy clamping down tight around his cock, gushing hot and wet as her whole body trembled violently. “¡Me vengo! ¡Joder, qué rico! ¡Me estoy corriendo tan fuerte en tu verga!” (I’m coming! Fuck, it feels so good! I’m cumming so hard on your cock!) Her huge tits bounced wildly through the orgasm, her massive ass rippling and clenching in his gripping hands.

Piers groaned deeply, the tight, rhythmic pulses milking him relentlessly, pushing him right to the edge again. He gripped her ass bruisingly tight, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and thrust up hard a few more times before burying himself as deep as possible and coming for the third time — thick, powerful ropes of cum flooding her already overflowing pussy. Stephanie moaned long and low, grinding slow, greedy circles on him to take every last drop, her body still shaking hard with aftershocks.

When the waves finally eased, she collapsed forward against his chest, her huge tits squished warmly between them, breathing hard and ragged against his neck. Cum was leaking out steadily around his cock, dripping in messy little puddles onto the chair and floor beneath them.

“Damn…” she whispered, voice hoarse and satisfied, a lazy, fucked-out smile on her lips. “You really do speak Spanish… and you really know how to use it.”

Piers chuckled low, one hand still lazily stroking and squeezing her massive ass, fingers sinking into the soft, cum-slick flesh. “Told you I’d make you scream it.”

She lifted her head from his chest, eyes sparkling with that same fiery confidence she’d walked in with, now mixed with something warmer and dirtier. “About that feud… make it a good one. Something I can really sink my teeth into. And maybe next time we do this against the wall. I want to feel those strong hands gripping this big ass while my feet are completely off the ground.”

“Deal,” he said, still buried deep inside her, giving one slow grind of his hips. “You’ll be headlining segments soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.”

Stephanie gave him one last slow, dirty kiss — deep and messy, tongues sliding together as she tasted herself on him — then carefully climbed off his lap with a soft, wet sound. Thick ropes of cum immediately ran down her thick thighs in shiny white trails, dripping all the way toward her knees. She didn’t bother wiping any of it away. Instead she simply pulled her sports bra back down over her still-swollen, sensitive tits, the fabric stretching tight across her hard nipples, and bent over to grab her shorts from the floor. The fabric was going to be absolutely soaked the second she pulled them on, but she clearly didn’t mind one bit.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, that wicked smirk returning full force. “Next time, maybe bring a towel. Or don’t. I kind of like walking out of here marked up and leaking like a well-fucked slut.”

But instead of leaving right away, Stephanie dropped slowly to her knees between his spread thighs, her dark eyes locked on his. “Before I go… let me give you one more show,” she purred. She wrapped her hand around his glistening, cum-covered cock and leaned in, dragging her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the swollen head, licking up every drop of their mixed fluids. “Mmm… mira cómo nos sabe juntos,” (Mmm… look how good we taste together,) she moaned filthily, her accent thick and dripping with lust. “Tu leche caliente mezclada con mi coño chorreante… me encanta ser tu puta sucia.” (Your hot cum mixed with my dripping pussy… I love being your dirty whore.)

She took him into her mouth with a wet slurp, sucking him clean with long, deliberate bobs of her head, cheeks hollowing as she worked every inch. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, lapping up the creamy mess, swallowing noisily while she looked up at him with those heated eyes. “¿Te gusta verme comer todo esto? ¿Ver cómo me trago tu semen y mis jugos como una buena zorra?” (You like watching me eat all this? Watching me swallow your cum and my juices like a good slut?) she asked between licks, strings of their combined fluids stretching from her lips to his cock before she dove back down, sucking harder, messier, until his shaft was shiny and clean.

Only when she was satisfied did she pull off with a wet pop, licking her lips and wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. She stood up slowly, still leaking down her thighs, and finally stepped into her shorts. She wiggled her huge ass deliberately to pull the tight fabric up, the dark wet spot blooming instantly at the crotch and spreading across the back where cum had already soaked through.

She looked back at him one last time, that confident, satisfied smirk firmly in place. “Next time against the wall, remember. Feet off the ground.”

Then she gave the door a final glance, unlocked it, and slipped out with that signature sway, hips rolling like the whole encounter had been her idea from the very start.

The office fell quiet again, except for the soft, steady drip of what they’d left behind on the desk, the chair, and the floor, and the low hum of the air conditioning trying — and completely failing — to clear the thick, heavy smell of sex that still hung thick in the air.

Piers sat back in his chair, still catching his breath, a small smile on his face as he opened his laptop.

He started typing.