Danni Lynne stepped into the cozy downtown lounge, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. As a stunning brunette with curves that turned heads everywhere she went, she wasn’t used to blind dates. But her friend had insisted this guy, Tarzan, was a catch—tall, rugged, and supposedly packing some serious charm. Danni smoothed her low-cut blouse, the fabric straining against her immense natural big tits. They were her pride, full and heavy, drawing eyes like magnets. Tonight, she hoped they’d spark more than just stares.
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The lounge buzzed with soft jazz and clinking glasses. Danni scanned the room, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. There he was—Tarzan, leaning against the bar, his broad shoulders filling out a fitted shirt. He looked every bit the adventure-seeker his name suggested, with tousled hair and a confident grin. As their eyes met, he straightened up and approached, his gaze dipping briefly to the deep V of her top where her cleavage spilled invitingly.
“Danni?” Tarzan said, his voice deep and warm. He extended a hand, but pulled her into a light hug instead, his chest brushing her soft mounds. “Wow, you’re even more gorgeous than your pictures. I’m Tarzan—pleased to meet you.”
Danni laughed, feeling a flush creep up her neck. “Tarzan? Like the jungle king? That’s unique. And thanks—you clean up nice yourself.” She settled onto a stool beside him, her big tits shifting with the motion, the blouse hugging them tightly. They ordered drinks—a whiskey for him, a fruity cocktail for her—and dove into conversation.
“So, what do you do?” Tarzan asked, his eyes lingering on her face but occasionally flicking down to her chest. Danni didn’t mind; she knew her body was a weapon, especially those natural bra-busters that jiggled subtly with every breath.
“I’m a model,” she replied, sipping her drink. “Mostly for Scoreland—they love showcasing girls like me with real curves. Big tits and all.” She arched her back slightly, making her breasts strain against the fabric. Tarzan’s smile widened.
“Scoreland? I’ve heard of it. Sounds like a fun gig. Me? I’m in construction—building things, getting my hands dirty.” His hand brushed hers as he gestured, sending a spark through her.
They talked for what felt like hours, laughing about bad dates and shared interests. Danni found herself leaning in, her thigh pressing against his under the bar. “You know,” she said playfully, “anything can turn me on. A whisper in my ear, a nibble on my neck… but I don’t just jump into bed with anyone.”
Tarzan chuckled, his breath warm near her ear. “Good to know. But what if the chemistry’s right?” He leaned closer, his lips grazing her lobe just enough to make her shiver. Danni’s nipples hardened under her blouse, poking against the thin material.
By the time they finished their second round, the air between them crackled with tension. “My place is just a few blocks away,” Tarzan suggested, his hand on her lower back as they stood. “We could continue this chat on the couch—more comfortable.”
Danni bit her lip, her pussy already tingling at the thought. “Lead the way,” she murmured, her big tits brushing his arm as they walked out.
Tarzan’s apartment was modern and minimalist, with a plush sectional couch dominating the living room. He poured them wine, and they sank into the cushions, closer now. Danni’s skirt rode up her thighs, exposing smooth skin. Tarzan set his glass down and turned to her, his hand cupping her cheek.
“I’ve been dying to do this since I saw you,” he said, pulling her into a kiss. His lips were firm, tongue probing gently at first, then deeper. Danni moaned softly, her hands roaming his chest. She felt his cock harden against her leg through his pants—a thick bulge that promised pleasure.
The kiss intensified, Tarzan’s hands sliding down to her waist, then up to cup her big tits. He squeezed them through the blouse, thumbs circling her erect nipples. “God, these are incredible,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to nuzzle her neck. Danni arched into his touch, her body responding eagerly.
“Mmm, keep going,” she whispered, her voice husky. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it off to reveal a chiseled torso. Her fingers traced his abs, then dipped lower to palm his growing erection. Tarzan hissed in pleasure, unbuttoning her blouse with deft fingers. It fell open, her massive natural breasts spilling out in a lacy black bra that barely contained them.
He unclasped the bra, and her big tits bounced free—heavy, round orbs with pink nipples begging for attention. Tarzan stared, mesmerized. “Fuck, Danni, your tits are perfect. So full and real.” He buried his face between them, kissing and licking the soft flesh. Danni gasped, her hands in his hair, guiding him.
Tarzan sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while pinching the other. Danni’s pussy throbbed, wetness soaking her panties. “Yes, just like that,” she panted. “Suck my big tits harder.” He obliged, alternating between them, leaving them shiny with saliva. Her breasts jiggled with each pull, the sensation shooting straight to her core.
Emboldened, Danni pushed him back against the couch and straddled his lap. She ground against his hard cock, feeling its length through the layers of fabric. Tarzan’s hands gripped her ass, kneading the firm cheeks. “You’re driving me crazy,” he growled.
Danni slid down, kneeling between his legs. She unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock—it sprang out, veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. “Look at this monster,” she purred, wrapping her hand around the shaft. It was hot and velvety, pulsing in her grip. She stroked it slowly, watching Tarzan’s face contort in pleasure.
Leaning in, Danni flicked her tongue over the head, tasting the salty pre-cum. Tarzan groaned, his hips bucking slightly. She took him into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth. The blowjob started slow—her head bobbing, tongue swirling along the underside. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking firmly as she took more of him in.
“Oh shit, Danni, your mouth feels amazing,” Tarzan rasped, threading fingers through her brunette locks. Danni hummed around his cock, the vibration making him twitch. She picked up pace, slurping wetly, her big tits swaying with the motion. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating her hand as she pumped the base.
She deepthroated him, gagging slightly but pushing through, her throat constricting around the head. Tarzan’s breaths came ragged, his balls tightening. “I’m close,” he warned. Danni pulled back, stroking fast. “Cum for me,” she urged, mouth open.
With a roar, Tarzan erupted. The first spurt hit her tongue—thick, hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed some, savoring the taste, but let the rest dribble out as he continued shooting. Ropes of semen splashed across her chin and lips, then she aimed him at her face for the facial. Cum streaked her cheeks, dripping onto her heaving big tits. Danni licked her lips, rubbing the cum into her skin like lotion, then sucked her fingers clean while locking eyes with him.
“Usually I spit,” she said with a wicked smile, echoing her own words from earlier interviews, “but since I’m smitten, I swallowed.”
Tarzan pulled her up, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. “That was incredible. Now, I need to fuck you.” He stripped her skirt and panties, revealing her shaved pussy, already glistening. Danni lay back on the couch, spreading her legs invitingly. Her big tits splayed to the sides, nipples still hard.
Tarzan positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his still-hard cock against her slick folds. “Ready?” he asked, though his eyes burned with hunger.
“Fuck me, Tarzan,” Danni begged, her voice breathy. He thrust in, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. Inch by inch, he filled her, bottoming out against her cervix.
They started in missionary, Tarzan’s hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. Danni’s big tits bounced wildly with each thrust—quivering, shaking, hanging pendulously as he pounded her. “Your pussy’s so wet and tight,” he grunted, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth again.
Danni wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts. “Harder! Fuck my big-titted body,” she moaned, her brunette hair fanned out on the cushion. The couch creaked under them, skin slapping skin. Sweat beaded on their bodies, her breasts glistening as they jiggled.
Tarzan varied his pace—slow, deep grinds that made her whimper, then fast, brutal slams that had her screaming. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, angling deeper, hitting her G-spot relentlessly. Danni’s pussy clenched around him, juices coating his balls.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, her body tensing. Tarzan reached between them, rubbing her clit in circles. That sent her over the edge—orgasm crashing through her, walls fluttering around his cock. She squirted a little, soaking his groin, her big tits heaving with each shudder.
Tarzan didn’t stop, chasing his own release. “Where do you want it?” he panted.
“Inside me—cum in my pussy,” Danni demanded, though the tags whispered of more. But he pulled out at the last second, stroking furiously. He aimed for her tits first, painting the soft globes with fresh cumshots. Then, leaning forward, he shot the last ropes into her open mouth—cum in mouth once more, her swallowing eagerly.
They collapsed together, breathless and spent. Danni’s body tingled, her big tits sticky with his seed. “Best blind date ever,” she murmured, tracing patterns in the cum on her skin.
But the night was young. After catching their breath, Tarzan carried her to the bedroom, her naked form draped over him, breasts pressed against his chest. He laid her on the bed, kissing down her body—nibbling her neck, her back as she rolled over briefly, then her legs. True to her words, each touch ignited her anew.
Danni pushed him onto his back, climbing atop for cowgirl. Her pussy engulfed his cock again, slick from their previous fuck. She rode him hard, big tits bouncing hypnotically. Tarzan gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. “Ride that dick, you busty brunette,” he encouraged.
She ground her clit against his pelvis, another orgasm building. Her moans filled the room, body undulating. When she came, she leaned forward, smothering him with her massive tits as she shook.
They switched to doggy style next. Danni on all fours, ass up, pussy dripping. Tarzan slammed into her from behind, hands mauling her swinging breasts. “These tits are made for fucking,” he growled, pulling her back by her hair.
The intercourse was raw, primal—his balls slapping her clit, her cries echoing. He spanked her ass, leaving red marks, and she pushed back greedily. “Deeper, Tarzan! Fuck me like an animal!”
Sweat poured off them, the bed thumping against the wall. Danni’s multiple orgasms left her quivering, but she craved more. They returned to missionary on the bed, face-to-face, intimate now. Tarzan’s thrusts slowed, sensual, each one drawing out her pleasure. He kissed her deeply, tongues tangling as he buried himself balls-deep.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” he whispered, thumbing her nipples. Danni’s eyes locked on his, her body arching. The build-up was intense, her pussy milking him.
Finally, Tarzan tensed. “Gonna fill you,” he warned. This time, he stayed inside, pumping hot cum deep into her pussy. Danni felt it flood her, warm and thick, triggering her final climax. She screamed his name, legs locked around him.
They lay entwined, his cock softening inside her. Cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy, mixing with her juices. Danni’s big tits rose and fell with her breaths, marked by his passion.
As dawn crept in, they talked softly. “That was wild,” Tarzan said, stroking her brunette hair.
“Blind dates just got a upgrade,” Danni replied, smiling. At Scoreland, stories like theirs fueled fantasies—Danni Lynne and Tarzan, a perfect match of big tits, blowjobs, and endless intercourse.
