Angel 1

Angel reached up and grabbed Don’s thick surging pecs as he thrust into her again and again. She moaned, ogling his surging musculature as he rammed his thick cock into her sopping wet pussy. Don was hugely muscular, which is why Angel was with him. She loved watching his muscles bunch and roll under his skin as he fucked her. She moaned.

Angel had a body that seemed designed for sex. Full, DDD tits, a narrow 26” waist, and thick hips, thighs, and a shelf-like ass made her the object of lust for almost any man who might cross her path. But Angel wouldn’t fuck just any man. No. She was a size whore. She loved big muscles and she really loved big cock. Which is why she was with Don.

Don grunted as he pistoned his hips again and again, eliciting excited moans from Angel’s lips. Angel licked her lips and looked down at her large, proud breasts as they bounced and slapped together to the rhythm of Don’s thrusts. Her nipples were huge and erect, and seeing them made her hornier. She reached down and pinched them, producing another surge of pleasure.

But Don barely noticed. He was more interested in his own reflection, in watching his own muscles quiver and shake in the mirror in front of his bed.

“Oh fuck, I’m so jacked!” he grunted, pounding Angel harder.

“Ungh,” Angel moaned, agreeing, but yet annoyed that Don was more interested in his own reflection than in looking at the hour-glass goddess he was fucking.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum!” Don roared, pounding her even faster. That made Angel more annoyed. They’d only been fucking for five minutes. She needed more than that to get off.

“UNNNGHH!” Don tensed up, his muscles surging and rippling, and his cock started to buck. Annoyed though she might be that he was cumming so quickly, Angel couldn’t help but admire the stacks of muscle that flared up on Don’s shoulders, chest, and arms. She bit her lip at the overly erotic sight and managed a small orgasm.

As soon as he was finished, Don got up, leaving Angel on the bed, and stood in front of the mirror. He flexed into a side chest pose, then a double-bicep pose. The muscles on his frame bulged and writhed, prompting Angel’s pussy to gush again. 

“Just look at me,” Don said. “Fuck, I’m so jacked!” 

Angel lay on the bed, angry that Don’s narcissism allowed him to completely ignore her hot fucking body. As he watched himself in the mirror, Don began to jerk off.

Oh my god, Angel thought, he’s jerking off at his own reflection. What a narcissistic freak! Yet, as she watched his thick lats bulge and the muscles in his shoulders ripple, Angel couldn’t help but be turned on. She started stroking herself, watching this muscular man beat off to his own muscles. It was erotic. She couldn’t help it, and her anger, annoyance, and lust mixed together to fuel her tortured libido to new heights. Don grunted, jacking himself faster, and Angel stroked harder, faster, and started moaning. Don’s cock bucked and he grunted, shooting spurts of cum onto his chest. Angel moaned out loud and came so hard that her pussy juice puddled on the bed.

“Oh yeah,” Don said, looking over his shoulder, “You liked that, didn’t you. My muscles are so fucking hot!”

Angel frowned. “It’d  be nice if my huge tits,” she said, grabbing them and pushing them together to accentuate her point, “would make you as horny as your own body, you dumb muscle head.”

Don laughed. “Bitch, I work hard for these muscles!” he said, flexing into a most muscular and then turning back to the mirror. “I’m a muscle-headed beef cake!”

Angel sighed. Big muscles, big cock, and an even bigger ego. Then she got dressed and decided to do something about the situation.