In the dimly lit bedroom, the soft glow of a smartphone screen cast flickering shadows across the walls. Jimmy Michaels, a chiseled white stud with broad shoulders and a physique honed from endless gym sessions, sat hunched on the edge of the king-sized bed. His thumbs flew across the device, lost in a endless scroll of notifications, memes, and mindless videos. The world outside the screen didn’t exist for him right now. But Bad Bella, the busty blonde bombshell with curves that could stop traffic, had other plans. She stood in the doorway, her voluptuous figure poured into a slinky red dress that hugged her massive big tits like a second skin. The fabric strained against her ample boobs, the neckline plunging deep to reveal the creamy swells of her cleavage. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that screamed trouble—full lips painted crimson, eyes smoldering with intent.
Bad Bella wasn’t one to be ignored. What Bad Bella wants, Bad Bella gets—especially when it came to cock. And tonight, she craved the attention of Jimmy Michaels, her lover whose big white cock she knew could satisfy her every desire. But first, she had to pry him away from that damn phone. It was a serious social message playing out in real time: too much time glued to a smartphone was killing intimacy, turning passionate partners into distant zombies. Jimmy should be hunched over her, worshipping her body, not some digital distraction. Bella’s pussy tingled with anticipation as she sauntered into the room, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
“Jimmy,” she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that cut through the silence. He didn’t look up, his eyes fixed on the screen. Frustration bubbled inside her. She had dressed up for him, slipped into this sexy number just to ignite that spark. Her big tits heaved with each breath, nipples hardening against the thin material. Stepping closer, she placed a manicured hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. Still nothing. Bella’s lips curled into a determined smile. For the first time, she had to shake a guy out of his smartphone trance. No man in his right mind would blow off Bad Bella when she was in need of the boner.
Leaning down, she pressed her massive boobs against his back, the soft flesh molding to his form. “Baby, put that thing down,” she cooed, her breath hot against his ear. Jimmy finally glanced up, his blue eyes widening at the sight of her. The phone slipped slightly in his grip, but he wasn’t fully hooked yet. Bella wasn’t deterred. She circled around, standing before him, hands on her hips. Her dress rode up her thighs, teasing the lace of her panties beneath. “I’ve been waiting all day for you. Don’t you want to play with these?” She cupped her big tits, lifting them, making them jiggle enticingly.
Jimmy’s gaze dropped to her chest, and she saw the flicker of desire ignite. The smartphone trance was breaking. He set the device on the nightstand, almost reluctantly, but Bella’s victory was sweet. She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. Her blonde hair fell like a curtain as she leaned in, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Tongues danced, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. Jimmy’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his big white cock stirring in his pants as it pressed against her thigh.
Breaking the kiss, Bella trailed her lips down his neck, nipping at the skin. “See? This is what you should be focused on,” she murmured, her voice laced with that social nudge—smartphones were thieves of real connection, robbing them of the raw, physical intimacy they both craved. Jimmy groaned, his hands sliding up to squeeze her ass. Emboldened, Bella sat up, peeling the dress straps down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist, unleashing her enormous big tits. They bounced free, full and heavy, pink nipples erect and begging for attention.
Jimmy’s eyes locked on her boobs, mesmerized. “Fuck, Bella, you’re incredible,” he rasped, reaching up to palm them. His large hands couldn’t even cover their expanse, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Bad Bella arched her back, pushing her tits into his grasp, moaning as he kneaded them roughly. Boob play was her weakness, and Jimmy knew it. He pinched her nipples, twisting gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her pussy grew wet, soaking through her panties. Leaning forward, she offered him a nipple, and he latched on without hesitation, sucking hard on the pert bud.
Tit-sucking drove Bella wild. Jimmy’s mouth worked her left nipple, tongue swirling around it while his hand massaged the right tit. She ground her hips against his growing erection, feeling the thick length of his big white cock throb beneath her. “That’s it, baby,” she encouraged, her fingers threading through his hair. He switched sides, lavishing the other nipple with wet, sloppy kisses, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Bella’s breaths came in pants, her body heating up. But she wanted more—she wanted to taste him.
Sliding off his lap, Bella dropped to her knees between his legs. Her hands worked his belt, unzipping his pants with eager fingers. Jimmy lifted his hips, helping her tug them down along with his boxers. Out sprang his big white cock, veined and rigid, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was a monster, thick and long, curving slightly upward—perfect for hitting all her spots. Bella licked her lips, wrapping her hand around the base in a firm handjob grip. She stroked slowly at first, savoring the velvety skin over steel hardness.
Jimmy watched, transfixed, as she leaned in. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the tip, tasting his salty essence. Then, without warning, she took him into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth. The blowjob began in earnest—Bad Bella was a pro, her head bobbing up and down, taking more of his big white cock with each pass. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her tongue pressing against the underside. Jimmy’s hands fisted the sheets, a deep groan escaping him. “God, Bella, your mouth…”
She hummed around him, the vibration making him buck. Pulling back, she spat on his shaft, using her hand to spread the saliva in slick strokes. Then she dove back in, deepthroating him until her nose brushed his pubes. Gagging slightly, she powered through, eyes watering but determined. Jimmy’s hips jerked, fucking her face gently. Bella loved the control, the way she could make this stud unravel. She cupped his balls, massaging them softly, feeling them tighten. Her free hand slipped between her own legs, rubbing her clit through her soaked panties.
After minutes of relentless sucking, Bella popped off his cock with a wet smack. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his tip. “Your turn to please me,” she demanded, standing and shimmying out of her dress. Fully nude now, her curvy body on display—big tits swaying, blonde pussy shaved smooth and glistening. She pushed Jimmy back and climbed onto the bed, lying on her back with legs spread wide. Jimmy positioned himself between her thighs, his face inches from her wet folds.
He inhaled her musky scent, then dove in. Pussy-eating was Jimmy’s specialty, and he proved it by flattening his tongue against her clit, licking broad strokes. Bella moaned, her hands clutching her big tits, pinching her nipples. His mouth worked magic—sucking her clit, then plunging his tongue inside her tight pussy, fucking her with it. She bucked against his face, grinding her hips. “Yes, eat my pussy, Jimmy! Forget that phone— this is what matters!” Her words carried the weight of their little lesson: smartphones distracted from the juicy, intimate moments that built true bonds.
Jimmy’s fingers joined the fun, two digits sliding into her slick heat, curling to hit her G-spot. Bella’s body tensed, pleasure coiling tight. He lapped at her folds relentlessly, his big white cock twitching against the mattress, neglected but eager. She came hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth. “Fuck, yes!” she cried, riding the waves.
Panting, Bella pulled him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “Now fuck me,” she whispered. Jimmy didn’t need telling twice. He positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the head along her slit. With one thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in her pussy. Intercourse like this—raw and deep—felt like heaven. Bella wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He started slow, savoring the tight grip of her walls, then built speed, pounding into her.
Her big tits bounced with each thrust, mesmerizing him. Jimmy leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth again, tit-sucking while he fucked her missionary style. Bella’s nails raked his back, urging him on. “Harder, Jimmy! Give me that big white cock!” The bed creaked under them, the room filled with the slap of skin on skin. Sweat glistened on their bodies, the air thick with arousal.
Wanting more variety, Bella pushed him off and flipped onto all fours. “Doggy style now,” she commanded, arching her back to present her ass. Jimmy knelt behind her, gripping her hips. He slammed back in, the new angle letting him go deeper. His balls smacked against her clit, driving her wild. One hand reached around to fondle her swinging big tits, pinching the nipples. Bella pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her blonde hair whipping as she tossed her head.
“Your pussy feels so good,” Jimmy grunted, his pace frantic. But Bella wasn’t done exploring. She pulled away suddenly, turning to face him. “I want to fuck your cock with my tits.” Tit-fucking was next on her agenda. She lay on her back, pushing her massive boobs together, creating a deep valley of cleavage. Jimmy straddled her chest, sliding his slick big white cock between her tits. The soft flesh enveloped him, warm and pillowy. He thrust forward, the head poking out near her chin with each pump.
Bella craned her neck, licking the tip whenever it emerged, tasting their mixed juices. “Cum on my tits soon,” she teased, her hands squeezing her boobs tighter around him. Jimmy’s breaths grew ragged, the sight of her big tits milking his cock pushing him close. But he held back, wanting to prolong the pleasure. Pulling out, he flipped her over again for more doggy, then switched to missionary once more, varying the intercourse to keep the fire burning.
Throughout it all, the smartphone sat forgotten on the nightstand, its screen dark—a testament to Bella’s success. No more distractions; just pure, unfiltered intimacy. Jimmy’s handjob from earlier echoed in her mind as she reached down, stroking his shaft while he paused to suck her tits anew. Tit-sucking turned to boob play, his mouth and hands worshipping every inch of her heaving chest.
As climax approached, Bella took control again. She pushed Jimmy onto his back, mounting him reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced as she rode his big white cock, grinding her pussy down hard. Jimmy’s hands gripped her hips, then slid up to maul her big tits from behind. The position let him watch his shaft disappear into her, her blonde hair swaying. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, voice strained.
“Not yet,” Bella gasped, dismounting. She knelt before him, resuming the handjob with both hands, pumping his slick length. Her mouth joined in, sucking the head while her fingers worked the base. Jimmy’s balls drew up, and with a roar, he erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot out, the first landing on her face in a messy facial. More followed, splattering across her big tits, coating the creamy skin in hot cream. Cum on tits was her favorite finish, and she milked every drop, rubbing it into her nipples.
Exhausted, they collapsed together, Jimmy’s head nestling between her boobs—right where it belonged. Bad Bella smiled, tracing patterns in the cum on her chest. She had gotten what she wanted: his undivided attention and a thorough fucking. The smartphone? It could wait. In a world obsessed with screens, moments like this reminded them why real touch, real connection, trumped pixels every time.
But their night wasn’t over. After catching their breath, Bella’s hand wandered back to his cock, stroking it lazily. It twitched back to life under her touch—a handjob reigniting the spark. Jimmy’s eyes darkened with renewed hunger. “Round two?” he murmured, pulling her close. She nodded, her big tits pressing against him. This time, he started with more pussy-eating, lapping at her cum-smeared folds until she was dripping again.
Intercourse followed in missionary, slow and sensual, his big white cock sliding in deep. Bella’s legs hooked over his shoulders, allowing even deeper penetration. He thrust steadily, grinding against her clit. Her moans filled the room, hands clutching her bouncing boobs. Jimmy leaned down for tit-sucking, nibbling her nipples as he fucked her. The rhythm built, bodies syncing perfectly.
Switching to doggy style once more, Jimmy pounded her from behind, his hands roaming to squeeze her tits. Boob play intensified, pulling on her nipples like reins. Bella loved the roughness, pushing back to take every inch. “Fuck my pussy harder!” she demanded, her voice husky. He obliged, the slap of his balls against her ass echoing.
For variety, she turned and dropped to her knees for another blowjob. Her lips wrapped around his big white cock, tasting their combined flavors. She sucked greedily, deepthroating him while fondling his balls. Jimmy’s fingers tangled in her blonde hair, guiding her pace. Pulling off, she stood, pressing her big tits around his shaft for tit-fucking. He thrust between them, the friction divine.
Climbing back onto the bed, Bella lay back, spreading her legs. Jimmy dove in for pussy-eating, his tongue flicking her clit rapidly. Fingers plunged inside, curling just right. She came again, squirting lightly onto his face. Wiping his chin, he entered her in missionary, the intercourse passionate and unrelenting.
Doggy style ensued, his big white cock stretching her wide. Hands on her hips, he pulled her back onto him. Bella reached under, rubbing her clit, heightening the pleasure. They flipped to her on top, riding him cowgirl, her big tits jiggling wildly. Jimmy sat up, sucking her nipples, hands on her ass.
As the second orgasm built, Bella dismounted, stroking him with a handjob. “Cum for me again,” she urged. Jimmy groaned, shooting cum across her tits and face once more—facial and cum on tits in glorious excess. They collapsed, spent and satisfied.
Yet, the night lingered. Bella’s seduction had unlocked something primal. After a brief rest, she initiated boob play, letting him bury his face between her massive tits. Tit-sucking followed, his mouth hungry. She returned the favor with a slow blowjob, savoring his big white cock.
Pussy-eating came next, Jimmy feasting until she writhed. Intercourse in every position—missionary, doggy, tit-fucking interludes—filled the hours. Handjobs and blowjobs punctuated the acts, building tension. Finally, another explosive finish: cum dripping from her face and boobs.
What Bad Bella wants, Bad Bella gets. And in reclaiming Jimmy from his smartphone distraction, she not only got the fuck of her life but delivered a poignant reminder: put down the phone, embrace the intimacy. In their bedroom, big tits and big white cock reigned supreme, unhindered by digital noise.
