In the soft glow of their apartment, Miles shifted on the couch, his voice low but charged. "Alina, I want to grow a sexy belly and get heavier. The thought of it... it excites me." Alina arched a brow, her posture commanding as she crossed the room with deliberate grace. "Really now? You want me to fatten you up until that belly jiggles just right? How delightfully bold. But listen closely, darling—I decide the pace, the portions, and exactly how erotic this little experiment becomes. No whining when you’re too heavy to move." She returned with a tray of decadent pastries, feeding him the first bite herself. "Open wide. Each swallow brings you closer to that heavier you. Does it make your cock hard already, imagining the weight settling in?" Miles chewed, heat rising. "It does. Especially with you in charge like this." Alina smirked, witty and unyielding. "Good. Because I intend to enjoy every extra pound—and the way it’ll make you pant for me." As the meal progressed, her hands roamed his stomach, pressing lightly. "Feel that? It’s starting. Now you’re getting horny, aren’t you?" Clothes fell away in a heated rush. Alina shoved him back onto the cushions, strong and decisive, her mouth descending for a slow, teasing blowjob. She worked his hard cock with expert strokes, pausing to murmur, "Mmm, already so responsive. Your turn to feel how wet I am." She straddled him, guiding his length into her dripping pussy, riding with powerful rolls of her hips. Her ass flexed as she moved, sweat glistening on their skin. "That’s it—thrust up while I take what I want. Pant for me, Miles." Their rhythm built, bodies slick and panting, until Miles came with a groan, cum pulsing deep inside her. Alina followed, clenching around him in shared, explosive release.
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