The late afternoon light filtered through the sheer curtains of the spacious living room, casting a soft glow over the plush sectional sofa and the coffee table cluttered with magazines. Tom Holland lounged there, his lean, athletic frame relaxed in a pair of loose jeans and a fitted t-shirt that hinted at the muscles beneath. At 28, with his tousled dark hair and sharp jawline, he exuded an easy confidence, but nothing could prepare him for the vision that was about to enter his space. He flipped through a glossy travel magazine—shockingly, not Voluptuous or SCORE—his mind half on an upcoming trip, half drifting to idle thoughts.
That’s when Natasha Sweet stepped into the room, her presence immediately commanding every inch of attention. The 32-year-old brunette bombshell from Romania had undergone a transformation since her last SCORELAND appearance in 2021, when she’d rocked platinum blonde locks. Now, her hair fell in thick, glossy waves down her back, framing her striking green eyes, full pouty lips, and high cheekbones. But it was her body that stole the show: five-foot-seven of voluptuous perfection, with a narrow waist cinching into wide hips and an ass that curved invitingly. And crowning it all were her massive natural 42H big tits—heavy, pendulous orbs that jiggled with every step, straining against the fabric of her new dress.
The dress was a masterpiece of seduction: a slinky black number that hugged her curves like a second skin, the deep V-neckline plunging low to showcase miles of creamy cleavage. It ended mid-thigh, riding up just enough to tease the promise of more. Beneath it, she wore nothing—no panties, as was her preference—leaving her smooth-shaven pussy bare and accessible. On her feet, the highest heels possible: strappy black stilettos that added four inches to her height, making her legs look endless and arching her back to thrust her big tits forward. She twirled slowly, the hem flaring slightly, and fixed Tom with a sultry gaze. “How do I look?” she asked, her voice a husky purr laced with her Eastern European accent.
Tom’s eyes snapped up from the page, his magazine forgotten as it slipped from his fingers onto the floor. His gaze raked over her, starting at those killer high heels, tracing up her toned calves and thighs, lingering on the way the dress clung to her hips, then locking onto her big tits. They swelled against the thin material, nipples already faintly visible as hard points, begging for attention. His testosterone surged, cock twitching in his jeans as blood rushed south. “Fuck, Natasha,” he breathed, standing up slowly, his six-foot frame towering over her yet somehow feeling dwarfed by her presence. “You look incredible. That dress… it’s criminal.”
She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips, and sauntered closer, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The sway of her hips was hypnotic, her big tits bouncing gently with each step. “I feel my sexiest when I am wearing a tight dress that makes my boobs stand out,” she said, echoing her own words from past interviews, her hands sliding up to cup the undersides of her big tits, lifting them slightly for emphasis. “I like to wear dresses without panties. I always wear the highest heels.” Tom’s approval was immediate, his eyes darkening with lust as he nodded, stepping forward to close the gap.
Their plans for a night out evaporated in that charged moment. The call of raw desire hit them both like a freight train—hormones raging, bodies humming with need. Why rush to the town when they could fuck right here, right now? Tom reached out, his large hands settling on her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped softly as her big tits pressed into his chest, the friction making her nipples ache. His mouth crashed down on hers in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling, his stubble scraping her soft skin. Natasha’s hands roamed his back, nails digging in as she ground her hips against the growing bulge in his jeans.
Breaking the kiss, Tom trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh while his hands explored upward. He cupped her big tits through the dress, squeezing the heavy flesh, thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they poked insistently against the fabric. “These big tits of yours,” he growled, voice rough with arousal, “they’re fucking perfect. I need to see them, touch them properly.” Natasha arched into his touch, moaning as she reached behind to unzip the dress. It pooled at her feet in a whisper of silk, leaving her gloriously naked except for the high heels. Her big tits sprang free, full and round, swaying heavily, pale pink areolas wide and nipples thick, erect peaks.
Tom’s breath hitched, his cock straining painfully against his zipper. He backed her toward the sofa, never breaking eye contact with those magnificent big tits. They sat down, her perched on his lap, straddling him as he shrugged off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and broad shoulders. Natasha leaned in, offering her big tits to his mouth. He latched on eagerly, sucking one nipple deep into his hot mouth, tongue swirling around the pebbled tip while his hand kneaded the other. Tit-sucking her with fervor, he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh, making her whimper and rock her bare pussy against his clothed thigh. “Yes, Tom, suck my tits harder,” she urged, her brunette locks tumbling over his face as she held his head to her chest.
Boob play consumed them next. Tom’s hands roamed freely, lifting and bouncing her big tits, watching them slap together softly. He buried his face between them, motorboating the deep cleavage, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. Natasha laughed breathily, then guided his mouth back to her nipples, alternating sides as he sucked and licked, leaving them shiny with saliva. Her pussy dripped with arousal, soaking his jeans where she ground against him. Impatient, she slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs on the soft rug. Her high heels dug into the carpet as she unzipped his jeans, freeing his big white cock.
It sprang out, thick and veined, at least nine inches of rigid meat, the circumcised head flushed purple and already leaking pre-cum. Natasha’s eyes lit up, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Such a big white cock,” she murmured appreciatively, wrapping her manicured fingers around the base. She stroked him slowly at first, a teasing handjob that had him groaning, hips bucking up into her grip. Her palm glided over the smooth shaft, thumb circling the sensitive underside of the head, smearing the slick fluid. Tom watched, mesmerized, as her big tits rested on his thighs, nipples brushing his skin with each pump.
Leaning forward, Natasha delivered her first blowjob of the night. She engulfed the head of his big white cock in her warm mouth, lips stretching around the girth as her tongue lapped at the slit. She bobbed her head, taking more with each descent, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Saliva dripped down the shaft, mixing with her hand as she jerked the base in rhythm. Tom threaded his fingers through her brunette hair, guiding her gently, thrusting shallowly into her throat. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he rasped, eyes locked on her big tits swaying below, begging for more attention.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and spat on the shaft for extra lubrication. Rising slightly, she positioned her big tits around his big white cock, pressing them together to create a tight, soft tunnel. Tit-fucking commenced as she slid up and down, the veined length disappearing into her cleavage, the head poking out to brush her chin. Tom thrust upward, fucking her tits with abandon, his hands covering hers to squeeze harder. Pre-cum smeared across her skin, making the valley glossy. Natasha tilted her head to lick the tip each time it emerged, combining blowjob elements with the tit-fucking, her high heels keeping her balanced as she worked him.
The intensity built, but Tom wanted to taste her. He pulled her up, flipping their positions so she lay back on the sofa, legs spread wide, high heels dangling off the edge. Her pussy was a sight—plump outer lips framing slick pink inner folds, clit swollen and peeking out. Pussy-eating was next on his agenda. Tom dove in, broad shoulders wedged between her thighs, his tongue flattening against her slit to lap from entrance to clit. Natasha cried out, her hands fisting his hair as he sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly. He plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her hole with it, tasting her tangy juices while his nose rubbed her mound.
“Oh god, eat my pussy, Tom,” she moaned, her big tits heaving with each breath, nipples still wet from earlier. He added fingers, two thick digits curling inside her to stroke her G-spot, thumb pressing her clit. Her walls clenched around him, hips bucking as orgasm neared. He didn’t let up, sucking harder, until she shattered, pussy spasming, flooding his mouth with her cum. She trembled, high heels scraping the sofa as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Recovered just enough, Natasha pushed him back, straddling his waist. Intercourse began in missionary style, though adapted to the sofa’s angle. She guided his big white cock to her entrance, sinking down slowly, her pussy stretching around the invading thickness. Inch by inch, she took him, bottoming out with a gasp as he filled her completely. Tom gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her descent, their bodies slapping together. Her big tits bounced wildly, and he captured one in his mouth again, tit-sucking as he pounded into her. “Your big white cock feels so good inside me,” she panted, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
They shifted seamlessly, Natasha turning to face away for doggy style. On all fours, her ass high, high heels making her arch perfectly, she presented her dripping pussy. Tom knelt behind, slamming his big white cock home in one thrust, balls slapping her clit. He fucked her hard, hands reaching around to maul her big tits, pinching nipples as he drove deep. The living room echoed with their grunts and the wet sounds of intercourse, her brunette hair swinging like a curtain. “Harder, fuck me deeper,” she demanded, pushing back to meet his strokes, her pussy gripping him like a vice.
Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex. Tom felt his release building, the tight heat of her pussy too much. “I’m close,” he warned, pulling out to flip her onto her back once more. Missionary again, he re-entered her, thrusting furiously, her legs wrapped around his waist, high heels digging into his ass. Her big tits jiggled with each impact, and she urged him on, hands clawing his back. With a roar, Tom withdrew at the last second, stroking his big white cock furiously. Ropes of thick cum erupted, painting her big tits in hot spurts—cum on tits glazing her nipples and cleavage, dripping down the curves.
Natasha milked him with her hand, a final handjob squeezing out every drop, then rubbed the cum into her skin, massaging it over her big tits like lotion. They collapsed together, breathless, her head on his chest as his hand idly traced her curves. The night out could wait; this was the perfect delay. Natasha’s seduction had worked its magic, leaving them both sated and ready for whatever came next.
But the fire wasn’t fully extinguished. As they caught their breath, Natasha’s fingers trailed down to his softening cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Round two?” she teased, her green eyes sparkling. Tom grinned, already hardening under her touch. She slid down his body, resuming the blowjob with lazy sucks, cleaning their combined juices from his big white cock. He hardened fully in her mouth, and soon she was tit-fucking him again, her cum-smeared big tits providing slippery friction.
This time, pussy-eating led into more intercourse. Tom ate her out voraciously, lapping at her cum-filled pussy until she squirted on his face. Then doggy style on the floor, her high heels scraping as he railed her from behind, hands slapping her ass while pulling her hair. Boob play interspersed, him reaching under to squeeze and twist her nipples. They switched to missionary on the rug, her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration, his big white cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.
Handjob breaks kept things varied—Natasha jerking him off while he sucked her tits, edging him until he begged. Finally, another climax: he pulled out, aiming for cum on tits once more, coating her big tits afresh. They lay tangled, laughing softly, the living room a testament to their passion.
Hours later, as dusk fell, they finally dressed—or rather, Natasha slipped back into her tight dress, sans panties, high heels clicking as they headed out. But the memory of the fuck lingered, a promise of more to come.
