Every time you order pizza from Giuseppe's, you always get the same delivery guy, but in this case, a delivery girl—Linda. Linda is no ordinary woman however as she’s literally giant compared to normal people.

As it stands, Linda is 6'5" ft tall, 37 year old woman with warm medium brown skin, green eyes that have light blonde eyelashes, and wavy light blonde hair with bangs that are swept to the right across her forehead and come down to her below her chin on that side, while the other side comes down to her chin with a middle parting, the rest of her hair is tied into a ponytail that reaches to her nape. Her hair is almost like dough in appearance with the right side fading into golden blonde and darker blonde on her ponytail. Her body is definitely not normal as she's incredibly voluptuous with breasts that are each seven times the size of her own head and hang down to her hips when unsupported, her waist is slender yet soft and blends into hips that extend quite far past her shoulders, about six feet around, her lower half however puts her upper half to shame as her buttocks are each twice the size of her breasts, each taking up two full chairs when she sits down and wobbling like gelatin when she moves. Her legs are beyond thick, with thighs that are so thick, they squish and rub against each other when she moves, her calves are likewise thick with soft plushy fat. Her nipples and areola are also on the same level as her voluptuousness with her nipples being the size of soft balls and her areola being twice the size of her nipples.

Linda always wears a short-sleeved red shirt with a green collar and a green tie, if it wasn’t for her black bra which is clearly outlined against her shirt, her nipples would be poking out through her shirt due to their sheer size and sensitivity and she’d wouldn’t be able to fit into her shirt. Her lower half is covered by a pair of tight black shorts that are practically painted on, hugging every crevice of her lower half, including her thighs and colossal buttocks, the only thing Linda wears below that are her white thigh-high stockings that have green, yellow and red stripes at the top that stretch over her thighs and red sneakers thst have yellow laces and green soles. Additionally, Linda wears black gloves, a red cap that has a pizza slice for a visor, a red hairclip and a green hairclip that’s located at the start of her swept bangs. Also, Linda doesn’t wear panties because they’re too hard to get on, too much to order, and give her the worst wedgies imaginable.

Linda’s personality is mature, yet warm and caring, she’s very confident in herself and doesn’t get embarrassed easily, in fact, she finds people getting flustered by her amusing, she’s very independent and doesn’t rely on others to get things done, she’s even willing to work her ass off to get things done, but she doesn’t let others push her around or mistreat her. Linda hates her body for a few reasons, one being that doors are almost impossible to get through, the second being that she has to order custom-made furniture and clothes, and the third being her ass specifically, she hates her ass because it’s so big that it’s a literal sweat factory, it's very sticky, and makes her very itchy, causing her to feel the need to dig her hands down there and scratch it almost all day, but she however doesn’t let herself scratch in public and usually waits until she gets home to scratch, but she sometimes caves in and finds herself a corner of a wall to rub her ass on to scratch it, but she only does this when she’s in extreme discomfort.

Linda also has a boyfriend who’s name is Gary, Gary is pretty short compared to Linda as he’s only 5'5", but Linda doesn’t mind as she finds his height cute. Gary however is a rather possessive jerk who’s always keeping tabs on Linda and gets angry whenever Linda gets hit on by other men, which happens very often, and Gary also hates Linda’s body as he thinks it’s too big and fat, this has made Linda feel the need to starve herself to lose weight, but she can’t lose weight no matter how hard she tries. Gary also like to cheat on Linda behind her back with other women, mostly ones with smaller bodies, Linda hasn’t yet caught onto Gary’s cheating… yet.

Today was like any other day, Linda woke up with a smile on her face, she washed herself up, itched her ass for a good 30 minutes while in the shower, dried herself off, got dressed, ate breakfast, and checked her clock to see if it was time for work, she had about an hour before she had to go to work, so she decided to visit Gary before she went to work. She walked over to Gary’s apartment as she didn’t currently have a car as no seat will fit her ass, she knocked on Gary’s door and waited for him to answer. Gary however didn’t answer, Linda knocked again, but still no answer. "Hmm, that’s weird." Linda thought to herself.

Just then, a gust of wind blew past Linda’s body and she noticed the door opened slightly, it was unlocked. Linda hesitated for a second before slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside. "Gary? You home?" Linda called out, but still no answer. As Linda wandered inside, she noticed another woman’s clothing scattered on the floor, leading towards Gary’s bedroom. Linda’s stomach twisted uncomfortably as she followed the trail, her large frame barely squeezing through the hallway. Before she could reach the bedroom door, muffled giggles and the unmistakable sound of bedsprings creaking reached her ears.

Linda froze in place, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t want to believe it, but her instincts screamed at her to turn around and leave, but she couldn’t resist peeking inside. Slowly, she nudged the door open just enough to see Gary tangled up in bed with a much smaller woman, his cock deep inside her. "Ohhh fuck yeah, squeeze me tighter," Gary groaned, gripping the woman’s waist as he pumped into her faster. Linda’s vision blurred with tears, her massive chest heaving as she clutched her heart and closed her eyes.

"Gary… he’s…" Linda whispered, her voice cracking. The woman beneath Gary suddenly moaned loudly as she cummed, and Gary followed with a grunt, collapsing onto her. Linda’s legs shook under her own weight as she fell to her knees, her ass wobbling violently as she landed—her sobs were muffled by her gloved hands pressing against her mouth. She couldn’t stay here. With trembling limbs, she forced herself back up and stumbled toward the front door, her sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floor.

Just as Linda reached the front door, she heard Gary’s voice from behind her. "Linda?! What the fuck—how long have you been standing there?" he barked. Linda didn’t turn around, her fingers curling around the doorframe for support. "I-I just got here," she lied, her voice thick with tears. Gary scoffed, crossing his arms. "Bullshit. You saw everything, didn’t you?" Linda swallowed hard. "Yeah," she admitted softly.

Gary rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. Don’t act all hurt. You know damn well you’re too much for me. Look at yourself—you literally have to pull yourself through doorways like a fucking whale." Linda flinched, her shoulders hunching as if she could shrink away from his words. "I... I thought you loved me," she whispered. Gary snorted. "Yeah, well, reality check. I only started dating you because you were hot, I wanted to fuck a giantess. But since you aren’t letting me in those pants, I decided you weren’t worth it."

Linda’s breath hitched. She wiped her eyes with the back of her glove, her voice trembling. "You never even told me that." Gary shrugged. "Not my fault you’re slow. Now get out of my apartment before I call the landlord." The woman from the bedroom peeked out, smirking as she draped herself over Gary’s shoulder. "Don’t cry, big girl," she cooed mockingly. Linda’s hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms through the fabric of her gloves. "We… we’re done," Linda forced out, her voice steadier than she felt.

Without another word, Linda flipped her cap down over her eyes and stormed out, breaking the doorframe slightly with her hips as she squeezed through. The midday sun burned her tear-streaked cheeks as she marched down the street, ignoring the stares of passersby. Her phone buzzed—Giuseppe’s Pizza, reminding her shift started in 20 minutes. She inhaled sharply. "Screw it," she muttered, turning toward work instead of home.

By the time she reached Giuseppe’s, her breathing had steadied, and she had cleaned up her face with a napkin from her pocket. The bell above the door jingled as she entered. Old Man Giuseppe glanced up from the counter, his bushy eyebrows lifting. "Linda? You’re early—how come?" Linda forced a smile, adjusting her cap. "Just felt like getting a head start on deliveries, boss." Giuseppe frowned but tossed her the keys to the delivery scooter. "I’ll be closing up early today since today’s a holiday," he said. "So expect your shift to end around one, maybe two."

Linda nodded and grabbed the first batch of pizzas, stuffing them into the insulated bag strapped to the scooter. She revved the engine—barely audible over the sound of her thighs pressing against the seat—and pulled out into traffic. The wind whipped against her skin as she drove, helping to dry her eyes further. As the day went on, Linda pushed herself harder than usual, taking extra shifts without complaint, delivering pizzas faster than ever. Anything to keep her mind off Gary’s words.

Around noon, her last delivery took her to you—her favorite customer, always polite, always tipping generously, and never looking below her eyes when she arrived. Linda hesitated at your door longer than usual, smoothing down her shirt before knocking. When you answered, she flashed her usual warm smile—though it didn’t fool you. "One extra-large pepperoni," she said, voice strained, as she handed you the box. "Linda… everything isn’t okay, is it?" you asked softly. She blinked in surprise, then chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. "That obvious, huh?"

You shook your head. "No… you usually keep your hands in front of you, fingers intertwined. Today your hands are behind your back—like you’re hiding something." Linda froze mid-laugh, her eyes widening slightly. Then, slowly, she pulled her hands forward—her gloves were shredded, fingertips poking through the fabric, the material frayed where she’d been gripping them too tightly. "I… had a bad morning," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

You stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. "Want to talk about it?" Linda hesitated, glancing down at her scooter parked outside. "I shouldn’t… shift isn’t over yet." You shrugged. "Then I’ll wait here. For you. When you’re ready, okay?" Linda’s breath hitched, her fingers twitching at her sides. Then, without warning, she bent down and picked you up, hugging you tight against her pillowy chest—her scent of fresh dough and faint sweat filling your nose. "Thank you," she murmured into the crook of your neck.

The hug lasted longer than expected, her warmth seeping into your bones. When she finally placed you back down on solid ground, her cheeks were pinker than usual. "Sorry," she mumbled, adjusting her cap. "I don’t get hugged much." You grinned up at her. "Well, that’s a crime. You’re built for hugs." Linda snorted, rolling her eyes—but the tension in her shoulders eased slightly. The pizza box crinkled between you as you handed her the cash, along with an extra fifty. "Here’s your usual tip," you said, "I hope it helps."

Linda stared at the money, then frowned. "This is way too much." You raised an eyebrow. "Is it? I always give you a fifty." Linda blinked. "No, you don’t." You smirked. "Are you sure? What did I give you last time?" Linda hesitated, then burst into laughter—her entire body jiggling with mirth. "Okay, fine. You got me." She pocketed the cash with a grateful smile.

Her phone buzzed—Giuseppe reminding her the shop would close soon. She sighed, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "I should probably head back before—" Her words cut off as you took her much larger hand in yours. "Be safe, and don’t forget, if you need someone, I’m here." Linda’s fingers tightened around yours briefly before she pulled away. "Yeah… yeah, I’ll remember that."

As she walked toward her scooter, Linda hesitated, then turned back to you. "Hey… uh… would tonight be a good time to come back and talk?" She fiddled with her gloves. "I… I don’t know how much longer I can hold this in." You nodded. "Door’s always open—and wider than most." Linda snorted, shaking her head. "Asshole." But she was smiling as she revved the engine.

Back at Giuseppe’s, Linda helped close up shop faster than usual, her movements sharp with restless energy. Giuseppe watched her stack chairs with unusual force, sighing as he wiped flour off his hands. "Kid, you’re gonna break my furniture. What’s eating you?" Linda froze mid-lift, then set the chair down gently. "Just… life stuff." Giuseppe scoffed. "Life’s always stuffing you, what really happened?" Linda’s shoulders slumped. "I… I should go."

Outside, the streetlights flickered on as dusk settled over the city. Linda left the keys to the scooter inside as it wasn’t hers—just borrowed—and began her long walk to your house, her sneakers scuffing against pavement. The usual discomfort in her ass flared up, but she barely noticed; Gary’s words still echoed in her skull like a bad song. "Like a fucking whale," she muttered bitterly, kicking a loose pebble.

When she reached your door, Linda hesitated, her fist hovering uncertainly. Then she knocked—lightly at first, then harder when no one answered. "Hey, uh—it’s me," she called through the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Just as she considered leaving, the door creaked open. You stood there, holding a steaming mug. "Sorry, I was making hot chocolate," you admitted, stepping aside. "Didn’t want it to burn."

Linda blinked at the unexpected hospitality, then ducked awkwardly under the doorframe. "You didn’t have to—" she began, but felt her hips suddenly collide with the doorjamb. A loud crack echoed as the wooden frame splintered outward. She froze mid-step, cheeks flushing. "Shit. I—I’ll pay for that," she stammered, but you just waved her off with a chuckle. "Forget it. I have a bigger one I was working on for you anyway," you admitted, gently taking her hand and guiding her inside. "Come on."

Her breath hitched as you helped her down onto the couch, which her colossal buttocks filled entirely—the cushions flattening beneath her. "How... did you know I’d come?" Linda asked softly, watching you move to the kitchen. You glanced back over your shoulder, grinning. "Didn’t. Just hoped." You returned with a second mug, handing it to her—then paused, noticing her gloves were still shredded. "It must of really got to you, huh?" you murmured, nodding toward her hands. Linda curled her fingers inward instinctively. "Gary... said things," she muttered into the steam rising from her mug.

You sat near Linda on your recliner—the only furniture that fitted you perfectly—and leaned back. "Want to talk about it?" you asked. Linda exhaled shakily, her grip tightening around the mug. "He cheated," she admitted. "Called me... a whale." The words hung in the air, heavy and sour. You clenched your jaw, then took a sip of your drink to keep from saying something stupid. Linda laughed suddenly—a bitter, wet sound. "Pathetic, right? I knew he was an asshole. Should’ve left sooner." She rubbed her thighs against each other absentmindedly.

The silence stretched comfortably. Outside, a streetlamp flickered. "How long have you been dating this guy… four years now? Five?" you asked carefully. Linda shrugged. "Too long." She hesitated, then blurted out, "I… I’m thankful I didn’t let him touch me. He always tried—kept saying he deserved access because he put up with me." Your fingers tightened on the mug handle. "Goodness," you muttered. Linda sniffled. "Yeah."

She shifted uncomfortably, her thighs pressing together with a soft squish. "Can I—uh—" she gestured awkwardly toward the corner of the room. "My ass is killing me." You blinked, then laughed—not mockingly, just warmly. "I’ve always had my suspicions of what it would be like to live with such a large body." Linda groaned, leaning back with a sigh. "It’s torture," she admitted. "Clothes never fit right, chairs break, and I sweat buckets under all this." She gestured vaguely at herself.

You nodded thoughtfully, then gestured towards the corner of the room that she was eyeing. "Go ahead and scratch," you said with a chuckle. Linda blinked, then grinned sheepishly. "You sure?" At your encouraging nod, she lumbered over to the wall, pressing her backside against it with a relieved sigh. The plaster groaned as it was squeezed between her cheeks. "Ohhhh sweet mercy," she moaned, rolling her hips slightly. "This is heaven."

You respectfully looked away, giving her privacy while she tended to her discomfort. After a minute of vigorous scratching, Linda stepped back, adjusting her shorts with a satisfied exhale. "Better?" you asked. She nodded, stretching her arms above her head. "Way better. Though now I’ve probably left sweat stains on your wall." You shrugged. "Small price to pay for comfort."

Linda returned to the couch, hesitating before sitting—this time carefully lowering herself onto it. "I’m such a mess," she muttered, glancing down over her shoulder at her massive backside flattening the cushions. "Gary was right about one thing—I *am* too much." You leaned forward, shaking your head. "Bull. You’re just *you*. Anyone who can’t handle that isn’t worth your time."

She huffed a laugh, though her fingers twitched around the cooling mug. "Easier said than done when ‘you’ take up an entire couch." You grinned, gesturing to the broken doorframe. "Eh, I like my renovations dramatic." Linda snorted, but her shoulders relaxed slightly. Outside, the sound of rain pattering against the window filled the momentary silence.

"Linda… may I ask something forward? My curiosity is killing me," you said, leaning back in your chair. She raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Where will you go from now? Will you ever find yourself another?" Linda's cheeks darkened as she stared into her mug. "Honestly? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just focus on work. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want someone, though."

She sighed, rubbing her thighs together. "You think anyone could actually love all this?" Linda gestured vaguely at her curves. You tilted your head. "Well, yeah… sure, but you’d have to be careful with whoever it is—make sure they won’t be crushed by accident." Linda sputtered into her drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her glove. "Asshole!" she wheezed, though laughter bubbled up despite herself.

"Sorry… but even still, you’ve got to think about the logistics," you continued, grinning. "Like for example and I apologize for this rather inappropriate reference—but if someone had a rather large cock… any smaller woman would probably be split in half." Linda nearly dropped her mug, eyes widening before she burst into full-bodied laughter—her entire frame shaking. "Oh my goodness—stop!" she gasped, clutching her stomach.

Her laughter tapered off into quiet chuckles as she wiped her eyes. "Okay… okay, I get it," she admitted, shaking her head. "Maybe Gary *was* just… not the right fit." You nodded, swirling your drink thoughtfully. "Metaphorically and physically. That guy was barely five feet tall." Linda snorted, rolling her eyes. "You’re one to talk—what are you, five-foot-seven?"

The rain outside intensified, drumming steadily against the roof. "Five-foot-ten, actually," you corrected with a smirk. Linda arched an eyebrow, sizing you up. "Huh. Thought you were shorter." She hesitated, then added softly, "Still feels nice, though. Talking to someone who actually looks me in the eyes." Her fingers traced the rim of her mug absentmindedly.

A comfortable silence settled between you before Linda suddenly groaned, shifting her weight. "Ugh, this fucking itch is coming back," she muttered, grimacing as she squirmed slightly. "Mind if I...?" She gestured toward the wall again. You waved her off. "Go nuts. Also, may I suggest applying baby powder after? Helps with moisture." Linda blinked. "Oh shit, why didn't I think of that?" she laughed, already pulling herself up.

As she rubbed her backside against the wall again with relieved sighs, you noticed her watching you look away politely. "Is… is this grossing you out?" she asked hesitantly. You shook your head. "Nah. I just figured you wouldn’t want me watching, that’s all." Linda paused mid-scratch, then chuckled softly. "Thanks. Because right now, everything keeps bouncing and—oh fuck, I think I’m gonna—" A shuttering moan escaped her lips as she finally hit *the* spot. "Ohhh fuck," she groaned, sagging down to her knees, causing her even more pleasure.

Her knees hit the floorboards with a loud *thud*, her eyes rolling back slightly as she suddenly cummed—her entire body shuddering as she pressed herself harder against the wall. "T-Too much… uhhh… guh…" she panted, barely able to form words as her legs trembled violently. You have no idea that she just climaxed, thinking she just found sweet relief from the itch. "Better?" you asked casually. Linda nodded wordlessly, cheeks flushed scarlet as she realized her sudden orgasm went completely unnoticed.

Slowly, she peeled herself away from the wall, pulling out the wedgie her scratching had given her. "Uh… yeah, way better," she lied, clearing her throat awkwardly. She adjusted her shorts with trembling fingers, then lumbered back to the couch—this time sitting more gingerly, thighs pressed tightly together. "So… uh…" she began, desperate to change the subject as she covered her crotch with a throw pillow, hiding the darkening wet spot forming on her shorts. "What do you think I should do about my dating life? Should I give up?"

You tilted your head, swirling your now-cooling hot chocolate. "Why would you? Just because Gary was an insecure little shit who couldn’t handle you doesn’t mean everyone else will be." Linda snorted into her mug. "You didn’t see the woman he cheated with—she was tiny. Like, could probably fit in his pocket tiny." She slumped deeper into the couch cushions. "Guess that’s what guys really want."

"Nah," you countered, shaking your head. "As a man, I can confirm that men do not just like one thing. Some guys lose their minds over tall women. Some want someone who could bench press them." You gestured vaguely at Linda’s frame. "But personally? I like all types—well… except the ones who look like literal children. I am not getting tangled up in that." Linda burst into laughter again, her shoulders shaking. "Oh my gosh, *what*?"

You grinned. "I'm serious! Would you want to date someone who looks like they’re twelve?" Linda wrinkled her nose, shuddering. "Okay, fair. That’s just creepy." She exhaled, her fingers tapping against the mug. "Still… most guys I’ve met just stare at my chest or ass, then bolt when they realize I’m not some sex crazed bimbo."

"Bimbo? Do you say that because you’re blonde? I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type to buy into dumb stereotypes," you teased. Linda scoffed, flipping her ponytail dramatically. "Excuse you, I know exactly what I am, bimbo was just to describe how they perceive me." She hesitated, then smirked. "Though… I’d be lying if I said this body of mine wasn’t built to fit in that category."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, keep humblebragging—" A sudden, loud gurgle interrupted you—Linda’s stomach growled violently. She blinked down at herself, then flushed. "Oh. Guess I… forgot to eat today." The realization settled over her like a weight. "Gary always—" She stopped herself, scowling. "Fuck. Old habits."

You stood up and moved to your kitchen without a word, gathering ingredients to make some beef stew—something hearty enough to fill her up. Linda watched you, her fingers twisting together. "You don’t have—" you shot her a look over your shoulder, and she sighed, smiling faintly. "Okay, okay. But at least tell me what you’re making."

"Beef stew," you answered, dropping a heavy pot onto the stove. "Mother always loved it, said it sticks to your ribs." Linda chuckled softly. "That’s… nice." Her stomach growled again, louder this time. She pressed a hand to it, embarrassed. "Sorry." You shrugged. "No need—just means you’ll enjoy it more."

As the savory scent filled the room, Linda leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees—the couch creaking under her shifting weight. "Y’know… I used to cook for Gary sometimes," she admitted quietly. "He’d always complain about portion sizes, saying I was 'eating him out of house and home.'" You scoffed, stirring the pot. "Dumbass didn’t know what he had."

Linda chuckled, but her smile faded as she picked at her gloves. "You… you don’t know how much this means," she murmured. You glanced back to see her eyes glistening. "What, the stew?" you teased gently. She shook her head. "No. Just… not being treated like a beached whale for once." Her voice cracked on the last word.

The stove hissed as you turned down the heat. "Do you deserve kindness? Love? Respect?" you asked bluntly. Linda blinked, then laughed wetly. "Damn, you’re really cutting to the chase." She rubbed her thighs together, her shorts squeaking faintly. "I… I guess I do."

You ladled steaming stew into a bowl—massive, like a serving platter—and handed it to her. "Then start believing it." Linda hesitated before taking it, her fingers brushing yours. The warmth seeped into her skin. "I’ll try," she whispered, inhaling the rich aroma. Her first tentative sip made her eyes widen. "Oh shit—this is incredible."

Rain lashed against the windows as Linda devoured the stew with surprising delicacy, despite the sheer volume. "So," she said between bites, "what’s your deal anyway? Why’re you being so nice?" You leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Do I need a reason?" Linda arched an eyebrow, sauce smudging her chin. "Everyone’s got one."

The wind howled outside, rattling the panes. You sighed, rubbing your neck. "Maybe I just hate seeing good people get walked over." Linda’s spoon paused mid-air. "Good people, huh?" she echoed softly. "That’s new." A comfortable silence settled between you—the kind that didn’t need filling.

Linda scraped the last of the stew from her bowl, then hesitated. "Could I… maybe stay here tonight?" she asked abruptly, avoiding your eyes. "My place smells like Gary’s cologne, and I just—" Her fingers tightened around the bowl. "I don’t want to be alone." You nodded toward the hallway. "Guest room’s yours. Though I recommend keeping the balcony doors closed—they aren’t working correctly and won’t shut properly."

She exhaled shakily, shoulders slumping in relief. "Thank you," she murmured, then frowned. "Wait, how does a balcony door not shut?" You smirked. "Let’s just say the last person who stayed in that room, wasn’t as kind to the house as I hoped." Linda snorted, shaking her head. "Figures." She hesitated again, then blurted out, "Could you… maybe tuck me in? Like, just until I fall asleep? I know it’s stupid—"

"I’m not saying no, but you realize I’m your age, right?" you interrupted, grinning. "Not your dad." Linda’s cheeks darkened. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." She shifted uncomfortably, her thighs squeaking against the couch. "Just… never had anyone do that for me before." You softened, nodding toward the hallway. "C’mon, big girl. Let’s get you settled."

As Linda squeezed through the guest room doorway—hips scraping the frame—she froze at the sight of the bed. "Uh… how come you have a queen-sized bed in a guest room?" she asked suspiciously. You shrugged, opening the closet and taking out the largest blanket you had. "My guests deserve just as much comfort as I do." Linda snorted, rolling her eyes. "Asshole."

She hesitated before sitting on the edge of the bed, which groaned alarmingly. "Shit—am I gonna break this too?" she muttered, shifting her weight nervously. You tossed the blanket at her face. "If you do, I’ll fix it. Now get comfortable." Linda huffed, laying herself down carefully—her head laying against the pillows while her feet spilled off the bed. "Damn," she grumbled, wiggling her toes in the air. "At least it’s just my feet."

You pulled the blanket up over her shoulders—an absurdly domestic gesture that made Linda blink up at you. "Why’re you being so nice?" she asked again, voice muffled by the fabric. You smirked, tucking the blanket around her shoulders. "You’re my friend. And my friends get special privileges." Linda snorted, pushing the blanket down just enough to glare at you. "Bullshit. Nobody’s *this* nice."

The bed creaked as she sat up slightly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "Look… I don’t wanna assume anything, but—" You cut her off with a laugh. "Linda, I’m not in it for sex, to kidnap you, or whatever weird thought’s brewing in that head of yours." She scowled, cheeks flushing. "I wasn’t *assuming*—just… clarifying."

A gust of wind rattled the balcony doors, making them shudder in their frame. Linda glanced toward them uneasily. "You weren’t kidding about those, huh?" You shrugged. "Told you—previous guest wasn’t gentle." She snorted, taking off her cap and setting it on the nightstand. "Guess I’ll have to be gentler than usual." You smirked. "A first for everything."

Just then, Linda realized she still had yet to do her nightly routine—taking off all her clothes and lying down completely bare so her skin could breathe—but hesitated, glancing at you. "Uh… Matthew?" You raised an eyebrow at her sudden awkwardness. "Yeah?" She tugged at her shirt collar nervously. "Could you… um… could you leave the room? Possibly not come in until I say tomorrow? I gotta—you know—"

"I had a feeling you slept naked. I can’t imagine sleeping in a bra that tight," you admitted, nodding toward the door. Linda blinked, then burst out laughing—her entire body shaking with mirth. "Oh my gosh, *what*? No! I just—" She gestured vaguely at her thighs. "I’m already so sweaty, and if I’m covered up all night, I’ll wake up drenched." You shuddered dramatically. "Ew. Yeah, I’ll go. Goodnight Linda, also… I’ll lock the door. Just so you know I won’t be peeking."

With that, you opened the door and locked in from the inside before slipping out and shutting it gently, testing the door to show you can’t get back in. Linda exhaled in relief, then hesitated. "Hey Matthew?" she called through the door. "Yeah?" you answered. She laid back down, looking up at the ceiling. "Thanks for… everything." The silence that followed was comfortable, broken only by the faint sound of her gloves hitting the floor.

With that, you decided to go clean the kitchen while Linda settled in, listening to the sounds of rain against the windows. Linda meanwhile groaned as she peeled off her damp uniform, tossing it onto a chair before unhooking her bra with a relieved sigh. "Sweet freedom," she muttered, tossing it aside and letting her breasts spill freely—their weight a familiar comfort. She stretched, rolling her shoulders before slipping under the covers completely bare.

Linda’s breasts flopped to either side as she laid flat, sinking into the mattress with a contented sigh. She reached down to touch herself—half out of habit, half to chase that unexpected pleasure from earlier—but hesitated, biting her lip. "Wait… what am I doing?" she mumbled, pulling her hand away and placing it atop her belly instead. Her fingers traced idle patterns across her skin as she listened to the distant clatter of dishes downstairs.

The storm outside intensified, rain drumming harder against the balcony doors. Linda frowned as a draft crept in through the gaps, making her nipples tighten in the chill. "Fuck, he wasn’t kidding about these doors," she grumbled, reluctantly dragging herself out of bed to inspect them. Her bare ass wobbled like gelatin as she crouched to examine the warped frame. "Ugh… no way this is staying shut tonight."

Downstairs, you heard the unmistakable *thud* of Linda’s footsteps above—then a startled yelp. "Everything okay up there?" you called, drying your hands. "Peachy!" Linda’s strained voice answered, followed by a sharp *crack*. The balcony door finally gave way under her fiddling, swinging open with a gust of wind that sent her stumbling back—her breasts bouncing wildly. "Shit—*shit*—cold!" she hissed, scrambling to grab the flapping door.

You chuckled under your breath as you climbed the stairs. "I’m assuming you’ve just opened the balcony?" Linda froze mid-pull, her bare ass flexing as she turned her head sheepishly toward the hallway. "Uh… no?" You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Linda. I can hear the wind howling from here." She groaned, slamming the doors shut with a *bang*. "Okay, *fine*! They popped open when I breathed on them!"

Her nipples were pebbled from the cold, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. "Please don’t try and come in," she muttered, though there was no bite to it. You held up your hands. "Wouldn’t dream of it. And besides, I locked the door." Linda smirked, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "Smartass." Just then, the balcony doors rattled ominously—the wind threatening to pry them open again. She scowled and grabbed a nearby chair, wedging it under the handles. "There. *Now* they’ll stay."

You chuckled. "Resourceful. I like that." Linda rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. "Yeah, yeah. Now go away before I freeze to death." As you turned to leave, she hesitated, then added softly, "And… thanks again. Really." You nodded without looking back. "Sleep well, Linda."

The moment she heard you enter your bedroom, Linda exhaled and flopped onto the bed—her breasts bouncing dramatically before settling. "Fuck, what a day," she muttered, rubbing her temples. The storm outside raged on, but the chair held the balcony doors firmly shut. She pulled the blanket up to her chin, sighing as warmth slowly returned to her skin.

As she laid there, Linda couldn’t help but think about how amazing it felt being around you—not just because you treated her like a normal person, but because you genuinely *saw* her. She rolled onto her side, pressing her face into the pillow. "Why couldn’t Gary be more like you?" she mumbled, her voice muffled.

You’re already asleep in your bedroom, clothing swapped for pajamas—a detail Linda wouldn’t know since she’s currently locked in. Meanwhile, she wiggled uncomfortably, her thighs pressing together with a soft *squelch*. "Ugh… why the hell am I so horny right now?" she muttered, squeezing her legs tighter.

Outside, rain hammered the balcony doors—the wind howling like an angry spirit. Linda groaned, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. "Fuck it," she whispered, letting her hands drift downward. Her fingers brushed against her damp folds, and she gasped softly. "Oh… shit."

Downstairs, the fridge hummed faintly—the only sound breaking the silence of the house. Linda bit her lip, her fingers moving in slow circles as she imagined your hands instead of hers. "Matthew…" she breathed, arching her back slightly. The bed groaned under her shifting weight.

A particularly loud gust rattled the balcony doors, startling her. She froze, listening for any sign you’d heard—but only the storm answered. "Get a grip," she muttered to herself, pulling her hand away with a frustrated sigh. Rolling onto her side, she stared at the chair still wedged against the doors. "This is ridiculous."

Unfortunately, since Linda’s already warmed herself up, her pussy isn’t going to let her stop now. She groaned, flipping onto her stomach—her breasts pressing into the mattress as her fingers dipped lower again. "Fine," she grumbled into the pillow. "But we’re making this quick."

Moans escaped in ragged breaths as she rubbed herself, the bedframe creaking rhythmically beneath her shifting hips. A particularly loud *thud* made her freeze—had you heard? Silence. She exhaled shakily. "Fuck, I’m gonna break this damn bed before I—" Her thighs clenched around her hand as pleasure coiled tight.

Second by second, Linda got closer, biting the pillow to muffle her gasps. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating her arched back—her muscles taut. "Oh shit—oh fuck—" Her legs trembled violently before she stiffened, muffling a cry into the mattress as she came hard, her whole body shuddering.

After catching her breath, Linda closed her eyes, finally relaxed—until whe began thinking of you again. "Dammit," she muttered, rolling onto her back. "Not this again." She squeezed her thighs together, debating whether to go another round—until she came to a sudden realization. "Wait...am I seriously falling for him?"

Linda clutched her heart, feeling it race beneath her palm. She glanced toward the locked bedroom door—knowing you were just down the hall—and exhaled shakily. "No...it's too soon. I'm just...lonely." She hugged herself, fingers digging into her soft sides. "Right?"

Outside, the storm worsened—rain hammering the balcony doors like impatient fists. Linda rolled onto her side, facing the wall. "What the hell am I thinking?" she whispered, tracing idle circles on the mattress. "I barely know him."

But infact, Linda knew you better than she realized, and without a doubt, she was in love with you—or at least the possibility of you. The way you treated her, the way you didn't flinch when she took up space, stirred something she'd buried long ago. She huffed, hauling herself upright. "Okay, no. Not doing this right now."

It didn’t help that Linda was still really horny, and she still couldn't sleep—her skin prickling with restless energy. She groaned, rubbing her thighs together absently. "Ugh… should I even—?" A particularly loud thunderclap answered her, making her jump. "Fuck it."

She grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around herself like a makeshift robe, shuffling to the locked bedroom door. Her knuckles hovered uncertainly before she rapped lightly. "If you do this Linda… there’s no taking it back," she muttered to herself, then swallowed hard. "But… I just have to get this off my chest."

Without a second thought, Linda opened her locked door and stepped into the hallway—her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. She stopped outside your bedroom door, pulse hammering in her throat as she lifted a trembling hand. "Last chance Linda… last chance to back out," she whispered before knocking gently.

The door creaked open a moment later—you blinking blearily at her silhouette in the dim hallway light. "Linda? Everything okay?" Your voice was thick with sleep, making Linda’s stomach flip. She swallowed hard, tightening her grip on the blanket. "I… uh… can we talk?"

You rubbed your eyes, stepping aside to let her in. "Yeah, sure. Bad dreams?" Linda shook her head, hesitating before sitting on the edge of your bed—the blanket slipping slightly to reveal the curve of one bare shoulder. "No, I just…" She exhaled shakily. "I gotta get this out before I chicken out again."

Her fingers twisted in the blanket fabric. "I think I—no, I *know* I—" A frustrated growl escaped her. "Ugh, why is this so hard?" You sat beside her, keeping a respectful distance. "Take your time." Linda’s cheeks burned as she blurted out, "That is the exact reason why I’m here! You’re so fucking *nice*, Matthew—you see me, *actually* see me, and—"

She cut herself off with a sharp inhale, pressing a hand to her chest. "Shit. I sound insane." You chuckled softly. "No, just human." Linda turned to face you fully, the blanket slipping further—revealing the swell of her breasts. "I… I-I love you," she stammered, immediately cringing. "Fuck, that sounded so—"

"You do?" you asked, tilting your head. Linda groaned, covering her face. "Yes, no, maybe? It's too soon, but also—fuck, your stupid face!" She peeked through her fingers. "Tell me I'm crazy so I can go back to bed." Instead, you reached out, gently prying her hands away. "Take a moment to think, search your feelings, and ask yourself—do you *actually* love me, or do you just love being treated with basic decency?"

Linda blinked, her breath hitching. "That's...an unfairly good question." She bit her lip, glancing down. "Both? Maybe?" A shaky laugh escaped her. "Okay, fine—maybe I just really like not being treated like garbage for once." You nodded slowly. "That's valid. But love? That takes time." Linda sighed, shoulders slumping. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right." She hesitated, then added quietly, "But...I have know you for quite a while, and I do feel something..."

The blanket slipped further as she shifted, exposing more of her flushed skin. You reached over to tug it back up without comment. Linda caught your wrist suddenly. "Wait." Her grip trembled. "What if...what if we tried? Just to see?" You raised an eyebrow. "Right now? What you mean? Like, a kiss?" Linda swallowed hard, nodding. "Yeah. One kiss. Then I'll know for sure."

A distant thunderclap rattled the windows as you hesitated. "Linda, you're emotionally vulnerable right now—" She cut you off with a frustrated noise. "I'm a grown-ass woman who knows her own mind. Just...please?" Her thumb stroked your wrist unconsciously. "One kiss. Then I'll leave if it's nothing."

You sighed snd moved onto her lap, kneeling over her thighs—her breath catching as your weight settled atop her. "Okay. One." Linda's hands trembled as you reached for her face and cupped her cheeks. The moment your lips brushed hers, she whimpered—her fingers digging into your hips. "Oh...oh *fuck*," she gasped against your mouth.

The kiss deepened instinctively—Linda arching into you with a desperate noise, her tongue sliding against yours. Her breasts pressed against your chest as she clutched you closer, moaning low in her throat. When you pulled back slightly, she chased your lips with a whimper. "W-Wait—no, come *back*," she pleaded, her voice ragged.

You exhaled shakily, pressing your forehead to hers. "We agreed on one." Linda growled, gripping your shirt. "That was *not* one! That was—that was just the prelude!" Her thighs squeezed around your hips unconsciously, her blanket slipping entirely now. She didn't even notice, too busy panting against your mouth. "Please, Matthew...just a little more?"

A particularly loud thunderclap made you both jump—Linda seizing the opportunity to surge up and capture your lips again with surprising strength, her arms wrapping around your waist as she laid herself back, pulling you down with her. You sighed through your nose, hands braced on either side of her head as she kissed you with messy, eager enthusiasm. "Fuck, you taste so good," she mumbled between kisses, her teeth nipping your lower lip.

Her bare breasts pressed against you, soft and warm, her nipples stiffening against your shirt. Linda shuddered when your hips settled more firmly against hers—the unmistakable heat of her arousal radiating through your pajama pants. She broke the kiss with a wet gasp, cheeks flushed. "Okay, yeah—*definitely* feelings happening," she admitted breathlessly, fingers tightening in your hair.

You chuckled darkly, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. "You realize I don’t do flings… right? If you’re feeling love, expect to be mine." Linda’s pupils dilated—her breath hitching—before she swallowed hard. "That… sounds terrifyingly perfect." Her hips rolled up instinctively, grinding against you with a whimper. "Fuck, I want you so bad it *hurts*."

The storm outside raged as Linda laid there beneath you—her chest heaving, legs trembling around your hips. "Matthew," she whispered urgently, fingers digging into your shoulders. "I know this is forward… but could you—?" She cut herself off with a groan as you reached down between her thighs, fingers sliding effortlessly through her slick folds. "Oh shit—*yes*," she gasped, arching off the bed.

"Linda…" you murmured against her neck, nipping at the delicate skin there as your fingers curled inside her, her walls clamping down instantly. "We shouldn’t take this much further then this, you aren’t even my girlfriend yet." She whimpered, bucking against your hand. "Then *ask* me already," she panted, her thighs squeezing tighter around your wrist.

You chuckled, slowing your fingers just enough to make her whine. "Linda, will you be my—" She cut you off with a desperate noise, hips jerking. "Yes! *Fuck*, yes—just don’t stop!" Her back arched off the bed as you added a third finger, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, I’m gonna—"

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating her flushed face as she came with a choked cry, her thighs clamping around your hand. You kissed her through it, swallowing her moans as she trembled beneath you. When she finally sagged back against the bed, dazed and panting, you smirked. "So… that’s a yes?" Linda swatted weakly at your chest, still catching her breath. "Asshole… making me say it mid-orgasm."

She laughed breathlessly as you withdrew your fingers, her body twitching at the loss. Before you could pull away, Linda hooked a leg around your waist, rolling you onto your back with surprising strength. "Take it out," she demanded, reaching down to cup you through your pajama pants—her grin widening at the hardness she found. "Time to make this official properly."

You groaned as she freed your cock, her thick fingers wrapping around the shaft with reverence. "You sure?" you asked, gripping her hips. Linda responded by rolling suddenly, flipping her up top—her breasts bouncing as she straddled you. "If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear—"

"Linda… I just want to make sure you realize—" She cut you off by sinking down onto your length with a choked gasp, her thighs trembling. "*Oh fuck*—yes, *this*—this is what I realized," she panted, hands braced against your chest. Her walls clenched tightly around you as she adjusted, biting her lip. "Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined."

You groaned, gripping her hips as she began rocking tentatively—her breasts swaying with each movement. "Geez, Linda—you're *so* tight," you muttered, watching her flushed face contort with pleasure. She huffed a breathless laugh, rolling her hips more confidently. "Yeah? Try being *this* size and a virgin. I never allowed that bastard Gary *anywhere* near this."

The bed creaked ominously as Linda settled into a steady rhythm—her thighs slapping against yours with each deep, rolling thrust. "Fuck—*Matthew*—" she gasped suddenly, her hands flying to her bouncing breasts. "I-I can't—oh fuck—" Her walls fluttered around you erratically as she tipped forward, barely catching herself on trembling arms.

"Give me your hands, Linda." You grabbed ahold of her hands to inlace your fingers together—the intimacy making her breath hitch. "Oh fuck—why's that hotter then the sex?!?" she whimpered, squeezing tighter as she ground down harder. Her body arched beautifully, her full breasts swaying with every movement, until her thighs suddenly clenched. "I'm close—*so* close—"

"Say the words Linda." You slowed your thrusts deliberately, making her whine in frustration. "*Matthew*—*please*," she gasped, her hips jerking erratically. "I love you—fuck—I *love* you!" The moment the words left her mouth, Linda came violently—her walls clamping around you with shocking intensity as she threw her head back with a strangled cry.

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as she rode out her orgasm, collapsing forward against your chest with a shuddering sigh. You held her there, squeezing her hands gently as she panted against your skin. "That...was *definitely* love," Linda mumbled dazedly, her voice muffled against your collarbone. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to her sweat-damp hairline. "Yeah. I hope you’re ready to repeat those words with every orgasm."

Linda lifted her head just enough to glare blearily at you. "Smartass," she muttered before rolling her hips experimentally—her breath hitching when your cock twitched inside her. "Oh...still hard?" She smirked despite her exhaustion, her fingers tightening around yours. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."

You groaned as she began moving again—this time slower, deeper, savoring each drag of your length inside her. "Fuck Linda...if I cum inside you—" She cut you off with a breathless laugh, nipping at your jaw. "I *want* you to," she admitted shyly, her cheeks flushing darker. "I know it’s too soon…but I desperately want to be yours in every way. And… what better way then baring your children?"

The raw vulnerability in her words made your hips buck up instinctively—Linda gasping as the sudden movement hit her cervix. "Oh *fuck*—right *there*," she whimpered, grinding down harder. Her fingers tightened around yours as she locked eyes with you—her pupils blown wide. "Please… this better not just be a one-time thing—"

"Are you my girlfriend now?" you asked breathlessly, thrusting up into her warmth. Linda groaned, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles. "Dumbass—of *course* I am!" she panted, her thighs trembling with exertion. "Now quit asking stupid questions and *breed me*."

The crass demand sent a jolt through you—Linda's bluntness oddly endearing as she clenched around you, desperate for release. "Linda, roll with me so you’re on your back," you muttered, gripping her waist. She whined in protest but obeyed—her body stretching deliciously around you as you flipped positions, pinning her beneath you with a growl.

Rain lashed against the windows as you thrust deep—Linda’s thighs clamping around your waist as she cried out. "Oh *fuck*—yes—*right there*!" Her fingers scrabbled at your shoulders, nails digging in when you angled your hips just right. You smirked down at her wrecked expression and took her hands off your shoulders, forcing her to interlock her fingers with your own again instead, causing her to blush furiously.

Linda gasped, arching off the bed as you squeezed her hands tighter—her chest heaving. "Why—*why* does that make it *better*?" she panted, legs trembling. You nipped her collarbone. "Because you crave connection, not just pleasure." She whimpered, nodding frantically. "*Yes*—just—don’t stop—" Her words dissolved into a moan as you pistoned into her harder.

The storm outside reached a crescendo—thunder shaking the house as Linda’s thighs clenched around you. "I’m gonna—*Matthew*—" she sobbed, her walls fluttering wildly. "Scream the words as you cum," you growled against her throat. Linda’s back bowed off the mattress as she shattered—her cry ringing through the bedroom: "I FUCKING *LOVE* YOU! I.. *huff* … *huff* … I… I’M ALL YOURS!"

As Linda’s orgasm crashed over her, her grip on your hands turned vice-like—her entire body shaking beneath you. You followed her over the edge with a groan, spilling deep inside her as she whimpered, her legs locking around your waist to keep you close. "Oh *fuck*… you’re… you’re really *filling* me…" she panted, her voice dazed with pleasure and disbelief.

Linda could feel her womb filling up, the warmth spreading inside her as she trembled—her toes curling against your calves. "Oh shit…" she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I-I think I *felt* that." You chuckled, pressing a kiss to her collarbone before murmuring, "Good. I was hoping you’d be able to tell."

She swatted weakly at your shoulder, her cheeks flushed crimson. "You’re *insufferable*," she muttered, but her legs tightened around you instinctively, keeping you buried inside her. The rain outside had softened to a gentle patter, the storm finally spent—much like Linda, who lay boneless beneath you, her fingers still tangled with yours.

"Again?" she whispered after a long silence, her voice hoarse from screaming. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Alright, but let’s catch our breath first." Linda groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. "*Fine*," she huffed, but grip on your hands betrayed her eagerness.

You slowly released her hands and moved to grope her soft breasts—Linda arching into your touch with a contented sigh. "Mmm… so this is what having a *real* boyfriend feels like," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering. Her fingers traced lazy circles over your shoulders, her skin still flushed pink. "No Gary bullshit… just… this."

The bed creaked as you grabbed ahold of both her nipples—Linda gasping sharply before biting her lip with a smirk. "You *really* like these, huh?" she teased, watching as you attempted to lift her breasts experimentally. "Fuck, they're heavier than they look!" you muttered, making her laugh breathlessly. "Tell me about it," she groaned, rolling her hips lazily beneath you.

Linda's expression softened suddenly as she traced the curve of your jaw. "Matthew… tell me what you think about my body," she murmured, her voice oddly vulnerable. You paused, meeting her gaze before pressing a kiss to her sternum. "I think you’re breathtaking," you admitted softly, watching goosebumps rise across her skin. "I really like how big you are, especially your breasts." Linda exhaled shakily—her fingers tightening in your hair. "Oh fuck… you have *no* idea how good that feels to hear."

"And as for your ass…" you continued, giving her nipple a playful nip that made her squeak, "I can’t wait to use it to my heart’s content." Linda groaned, bucking against you instinctively. "Fucking *say* that again," she demanded breathlessly, her thighs squeezing around your waist. You chuckled darkly, rolling your hips against hers—her slick heat welcoming you back inside effortlessly. "I am going to your ass to my heart’s content."

Linda whimpered, arching beneath you as your fingers trailed down her flushed skin. "Matthew—wait—" she gasped suddenly, her hand flying to yours. You paused immediately, searching her face. "Too much?" Linda shook her head frantically, her breath hitching. "N-no, just… this is a little embarrassing, but… I kinda have to…" She placed a hand over where her bladder would be, cheeks burning.

You chuckled softly, climbing off her and pulling out—Linda wincing slightly at the sudden loss. "Go," you murmured, gesturing to the adjoining bathroom. "Warning… it may smell like me in there. After all, I do wash up there." Linda groaned, rolling out of bed and staggering toward the door—her thighs glistening with your combined release. "Ugh, *Matthew*," she grumbled over her shoulder, though there was no real irritation in her tone.

The sound of her relieved but shaky moans  filled the silence as you stretched out on the bed—your muscles pleasantly sore. "Looks like my mother’s famous beef stew did a number on her," you muttered with amusement, hearing Linda groan in agreement through the walls. "Shut *up*," she called back weakly, followed by moan as your cum leaked out of her alongside her piss—her thighs trembling in relief.

When she finally emerged, Linda leaned against the doorway—her bare skin flushed and her hair a mess. "Okay, that was… intense," she admitted, rubbing her thighs together self-consciously. You smirked, patting the mattress beside you. "Regrets?" She scoffed, padding over and collapsing onto the bed with a sigh. "Not a single one," she mumbled into your shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest.

The storm had quieted outside, leaving only the occasional rumble of distant thunder. Linda shivered slightly, pressing closer. "So… what now?" she asked quietly, her voice laced with uncertainty. You grabbed two handfuls of her colossal ass and pulled her close. "Now? I want to see what’s hiding back here," you murmured, spanking her lightly—Linda squeaking in surprise before laughing breathlessly. "Oh? Why are you so in that part of me? It’s not the most pleasant sight~"

She yelped as you flipped her onto her stomach—her breasts squishing against the mattress—and spread her legs eagerly. "Matthew—*wait*—" she protested half-heartedly, flushing crimson as you peeled open her ass cheeks. "Oh fuck, you’re *really* looking?" Linda groaned into the pillow, her toes curling. You chuckled darkly, noticing how sticky and strong she smelled—her musk thick from exertion. "Phew… now that’s a smell. So… eager." Linda whimpered, hiding her face. "Shut up, you *liked* it!"

Her breath hitched when you reached between her cheeks—your fingers making contact with her puffy, thick anus, still tight and unused. "Fuck… you’re *really* gonna—?" she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. You chuckled, circling her rim slowly with one slick finger—Linda shuddering violently beneath you. "Do you really want me putting it *here*?" you murmured against her ear, watching goosebumps erupt across her skin. Linda whimpered, shaking her head frantically. "No! That… that hole is *not* for that! Please, don’t put it there!"

You spanked her ass hard, causing it to ripple like disturbed water—Linda yelping in surprise. "Don’t worry… I wasn’t about to ruin your innocence back here," you teased, shifting your hips forward—your cock rubbing against her wet folds instead. Linda exhaled shakily, her shoulders relaxing slightly—only to tense again when your fingers returned to her tight little hole. "Matthew—"

"I said I wouldn’t *enter* you here," you corrected, pressing two fingers against her puckered rim while pushing into her slick warmth—Linda gasping at the dual sensation. "But I never said I wouldn’t *play* here." Her hips jerked when your thumb circled her asshole—her breath coming in short bursts. "Oh *fuck*—that’s—that’s so *weird*," she whimpered, her thighs quivering.

Linda buried her face in the pillow with a muffled groan as you thrust deeper, your fingers teasing her untouched hole relentlessly. "You’re *mean*," she accused weakly, arching her back when your thumb pressed just enough to make her sphincter flutter. "Mmm… and you’re *dripping*," you countered, inserting a few fingers into her tight puffy backdoor—Linda squealing into the mattress. "FUCK! *Too much*—too *much*!"

She twisted beneath you, her legs kicking involuntarily, but you pinned her hips down—your cock grinding against her swollen clit with each thrust. "*Matthew*—I can’t—oh fuck—" Her words dissolved into a strangled cry as her walls clenched around you violently, her body seizing up. You smirked against her shoulder. "Already? We just *started*." Linda whimpered, her thighs shaking. "Shut *up*—you *wrecked* me earlier!"