This probably was the begining of my liking for larger women, now referred to as BBW's and why I ended up marrying a woman taller and much heavier tha...n me. During our marriage I told her about my cousins and for fun she would sit on me and taunt me to try and get her off. I never stood a chance as she was 15 stones compared to my 8 stones. As our marriage wore on these sessions turned more into punishments rather than the fun foreplay it started as. My wife would pick on minor excuses, such as. Maine apne don htahin se uske boobs uske red color ki bra ke uoar se pakad liye thee adn dheere dheere daba raha, mere honth uske gale per aur back behtasha chum rahe thee. Aur pagal hui ja rahi thee. She was beathing very heavily. Main kiss karta karta uske saamen gaya and kissed on her clevage, tau bahut zor se chillai, “what the hell ur doing with my bra, remove it”. Maine uske bra ko uatara aur kaha can i kiss ur cherrirs, tau usne kaha “u have to eat them”. Aur unsen apne haathin se mera. “Oh shit,” she giggles while licking her lips. Half her face is covered in a thick layer of cum, so she leans her head back to avoid any more shots to the face. She’s too tired to move, so Venezia slides over to us and grabs my cock. As she aims it at herself, more streams fire and coat her brown tits in my white cum. The contrast makes me cum harder, so some of my streams start landing on her face as well. “Oh god, how much are you going cum? So fucking hot! Don’t stop cumming. Cum for me. The walls are an eggshell white and the two tall and wide bookshelves are filled to the brim with books. Sophie’s large, cherry red executive desk rests right in front of the large, intoxicating view of Midtown Manhattan; I'm compelled to walk over to take in the beautiful sight of the oasis sprawled out before us.“You have such a gorgeous view,” I whisper. “You are so lucky to work here.”Sophie sighs and I quickly glance at her, immediately noticing the sudden shift in her mood. “I consider.