Tony Marzo fumbled with the spare key, twisting it in the lock of his buddy Mike’s apartment door. At 28, Tony was a fit guy with olive skin and a cocky grin, always up for a laugh or a beer after a long day at the gym. Mike had texted him to swing by and grab some tools from the garage, but the place seemed quiet—no sounds of video games or Mike’s usual banter. Tony pushed the door open and stepped inside, kicking off his sneakers in the hallway. He headed straight for the bedroom to check if Mike was napping, but what he saw stopped him dead.
There, on the unmade bed, sat Zoey Foxx, Mike’s girlfriend, propped against a pile of pillows. She was a vision of curves and confidence, her brunette hair tied in a messy ponytail, wearing a tight tank top that strained against her massive big tits and tiny denim shorts that hugged her big ass like a second skin. At 25, Zoey was the kind of woman who turned heads everywhere—full lips curved in a playful smile as she angled her phone for selfies, snapping shots that highlighted her cleavage and the way her tan lines peeked from under the fabric. The room smelled faintly of her vanilla lotion, mixed with the fresh laundry scent from the sheets.
Tony’s eyes widened, his face flushing hot. “Shit, Zoey! Sorry, I didn’t know you were here. Mike said I could grab something from the garage.” He backed up a step, hand on the doorknob, ready to bolt. But Zoey lowered her phone, her dark eyes locking onto him with a spark of mischief. She set the device aside and stretched her arms overhead, making her big boobs lift and jiggle enticingly.
“Tony? Hey, no worries. Mike’s out running errands. Come in, don’t be shy.” Her voice was smooth, inviting, with a hint of tease. She patted the bed beside her, crossing her legs so her shorts rode up, exposing more of her smooth thighs. Tony hesitated, but his gaze dipped to her chest—those eye-popping big tits pushing the tank top to its limits, the faint outline of her tan lines visible where the sun had kissed her skin unevenly.
He swallowed, stepping closer despite himself. “You sure? I don’t want to intrude.” But Zoey laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to his groin. She liked the attention; it was obvious in the way she shifted, arching her back to emphasize her curves.
“Intrude? Please. Mike won’t be back for hours. Sit. You look like you could use some company.” Tony sat on the edge of the bed, his big white cock twitching in his jeans as Zoey leaned in, her perfume wrapping around him. “No girlfriend?” she asked, tilting her head. He shook his head, and she grinned wider. “Good. Then how about this—want to feel my big boobs? They’re real, and they’re dying for some attention.”
Tony’s breath caught. This was insane—Mike’s girl, offering herself like that? But the temptation was too strong. His hands moved almost on their own, cupping her big tits through the tank top. The fabric was thin, and he felt the weight, the softness yielding under his palms. Zoey sighed, pressing into his touch, encouraging him. “Go on, squeeze them.”
He did, kneading the heavy flesh, thumbs brushing her hardening nipples. The boob play ignited something primal; Tony yanked the tank top up and over her head in one swift motion, freeing her massive rack. Her big boobs spilled out, pale skin contrasting with the tan lines from her bikini top—perfect white triangles framing her pink areolas. They were huge, natural, and begging to be touched. Tony leaned in, mouth latching onto one nipple for a deep tit-sucking. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the bud, while his other hand pinched the opposite nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
Zoey moaned, her head falling back, fingers threading through his short hair to hold him close. “Fuck, yes, suck those big tits. Harder.” The sensation made her squirm, her big ass shifting on the bed. Tony switched sides, devouring the other nipple with wet slurps, saliva trailing down her curves. His cock strained painfully now, a full hard-on tenting his pants.
Not one to be passive, Zoey reached down, her hand grazing his bulge. “Let’s see what you’re hiding.” She unzipped him quickly, tugging his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. His big white cock sprang free—thick, veined, and eight inches of rigid meat, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Zoey’s eyes went wide, a hungry gleam in them. “Holy shit, that’s a big white cock. I love everything big.”
She wrapped her fingers around it for a firm handjob, stroking from the base up to the tip, her grip twisting slightly on the upstroke. Tony groaned against her tit, hips bucking into her fist. The way she pumped him—slow at first, then faster—had him leaking more pre-cum, slicking her palm. But Zoey wanted to taste it. She pushed him back gently, sliding off the bed to kneel between his legs on the carpet.
“Watch this,” she said, before taking his big white cock into her mouth for a messy blowjob. Her lips stretched wide around the girth, and she dove deep, throat relaxing to take half his length. Saliva poured from her mouth, dripping down his shaft in long strings. True to her word, Zoey blew a giant spit bubble at the tip, the glossy orb forming and popping with a wet smack before she sucked him again. She pulled back, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cockhead, then plunged forward, bobbing with sloppy enthusiasm. Gagging sounds filled the room as she deepthroated him, nose pressing to his pubes, tears pricking her eyes from the effort.
Tony’s hands gripped the sheets, his abs tightening. “Goddamn, Zoey, that blowjob is incredible.” She hummed around him, the vibration making his balls tighten. Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth, trailing down to his sack, which she cupped and massaged. She alternated speeds—fast, shallow sucks followed by slow, teasing licks along the underside—driving him to the edge.
But Tony needed more. He pulled her up by the arms, her big boobs bouncing as she stood. “Your turn,” he growled, spinning her around and shoving her shorts and thong down in one go. Zoey’s big ass jiggled free, round and firm, with tan lines from her bikini bottoms accentuating the pale cheeks. She bent over the bed on hands and knees, presenting her shaved pussy—pink lips already swollen and wet.
Tony dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her cheeks to bury his face in her ass crack. He licked a long stripe from her clit to her asshole, then focused on pussy-eating. His tongue delved into her folds, lapping at her juices, sucking her clit between his lips. Zoey pushed back, grinding against his mouth, her big ass smothering him. “Eat that pussy, Tony! Tongue-fuck me!” He obliged, plunging his tongue inside her tight hole, fucking in and out while his fingers rubbed her clit. Her moans grew louder, body trembling as she neared her first peak.
When she came, her pussy clenched around his tongue, flooding his mouth with her tangy release. Tony lapped it up, not stopping until she begged for his cock. He stood, wiping his chin, and positioned her on her back for some tit-fucking. Zoey squeezed her big boobs together, creating a deep valley of flesh. Tony straddled her chest, sliding his big white cock between them. The warmth enveloped him as he thrust, the head popping out near her chin with each pump. She craned her neck to lick it, tasting her own spit mixed with his pre-cum.
“Fuck my big tits,” she urged, her hands pressing harder. Tony picked up speed, the friction building heat, his balls slapping her sternum. But he wanted inside her. Pulling back, he flipped her onto all fours again for doggy style. Zoey arched her back, big ass up, pussy dripping. Tony gripped her hips and slammed in, his big white cock stretching her walls in one deep thrust.
“Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me with that big white cock!” Zoey cried, rocking back to meet him. He pounded her relentlessly, skin slapping skin, her big boobs swinging beneath her like pendulums. Tony reached forward, grabbing a handful of her brunette hair and pulling it, yanking her head back to arch her spine deeper. The angle let him hit her G-spot, making her scream. His free hand smacked her big ass, leaving red handprints on the tan skin.
They fucked like animals, sweat slicking their bodies. Tony’s thrusts were brutal, pulling almost out before ramming home, his big white cock glistening with her cream. Zoey’s pussy gripped him like a vice, milking every inch. “Harder! Pull my hair and fuck this big ass!” she demanded, and he did, railing her until her legs shook.
Shifting positions, Tony lay back, pulling Zoey on top for cowgirl intercourse. She hovered over him, rubbing his cockhead against her slit before sinking down. Inch by inch, she took him, her pussy lips parting around his thickness. Fully impaled, she started riding, twerking her big ass fast, cheeks clapping against his thighs. Her big tits bounced wildly, tan lines flashing with each bounce. Tony reached up for more boob play, squeezing and slapping them, pinching her nipples until she yelped.
Zoey leaned forward, dangling her tits in his face for tit-sucking. He latched on, biting gently as she ground her hips in circles, his cock stirring her depths. “Your big white cock feels so good stretching me,” she panted, her pace quickening. Juices leaked down his shaft, soaking his balls. She came again, walls fluttering, but didn’t stop—bouncing harder, chasing more.
Tony flipped them for missionary, wanting to see her face. Zoey spread her legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders. He drove in deep, folding her in half, his big white cock pistoning with wet smacks. Her big boobs jiggled with every thrust, and he captured one in his mouth for tit-sucking, teeth grazing the nipple. Zoey’s hands clawed his back, nails digging in as she rubbed her clit furiously.
“Fuck me, Tony! Pound this pussy!” Her cries echoed off the walls, the bedframe rattling. He hammered her, balls slapping her ass, the room filled with the obscene sounds of their fucking. Tan lines on her tits glowed under the lamp light, her big ass grinding into the mattress. Tony felt his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls intense.
“Where do you want it?” he grunted, thrusts erratic.
“On my face! Give me a facial!” Zoey begged, eyes wild. He pulled out with a pop, stroking his big white cock furiously—a quick handjob to finish. Zoey knelt before him, mouth open, tongue out, big tits heaving. The first rope shot across her cheek, hot and thick, followed by more splattering her forehead, lips, and chin. Cum dripped down, landing on her big boobs in pearly strands.
She played with it immediately, scooping some onto her fingers and sucking them clean, then smearing it over her nipples for cum play. Another glob dangled from her eyelashes; she blinked it away, licking her lips with a satisfied grin. “Mmm, your cum tastes so good on my big tits.” Tony watched, spent but mesmerized, as she massaged the load into her skin, rubbing it between her boobs.
They collapsed onto the bed, bodies tangled, breathing heavy. Zoey cuddled against him, her hand idly stroking his softening cock. “That was fucking amazing. Mike’s got no idea what he missed.” Tony chuckled, pulling her closer, his fingers tracing her tan lines. The apartment door clicked open in the distance—Mike was home—but they didn’t care. This secret fuck on Scoreland had bonded them in ways words couldn’t touch.
Zoey Foxx’s love for everything big had led to an unforgettable session: her big tits worshipped, big ass spanked, and pussy thoroughly fucked by Tony’s big white cock. From the sloppiest blowjob with spit bubbles to hair-pulling doggy style and a messy facial, every moment dripped with raw passion. As she wiped the last of the cum from her face, Zoey shot a wink at the imaginary camera, knowing this was just the start of her busty adventures.
