I growled low—pulling her tighter, dick grinding harder between her cheeks.
"They're nothing in front of you, Heather," I rasped, squeezing her thick body hard—hands roaming her soft belly, wide hips, heavy ass—letting her feel how much I loved her mature curves, the real weight, the years that made her perfect.
She moaned soft—pushing back into me, ass clenching around my shaft through the fabric, turned on by the words, by the raw hunger.
I made her turn on so bad—every bite leaving red marks on her skin, every squeeze of her thick curves making her gasp, every grind of my dick against her ass building the heat until she was shaking in this small room while the train kept rolling steady through the night, bodies slick with sweat, burning hot and pressed tight, no space for anything but need.
