Kaylee stretched her arms out, beckoning Marcel with a hug, her legs splayed wide on the bed, pussy glistening and begging for him. That devilish smile of hers hit him like a freight train, and his 12-inch cock sprang to life, straining against his pants. *Shit,* he thought, peeling off his shirt as he stalked toward her, muscles flexing. He climbed onto the bed, and she yanked him into a fierce embrace, their lips crashing together in a sloppy, desperate kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, dominating hers, tasting her heat as they collapsed onto the sheets.
Marcel's hand roamed up her curves, landing on her tits. He squeezed hard, rolling her nipples between his fingers, pinching until she gasped. She broke the kiss, saliva trailing from her swollen lips. "Fuck, I want you so bad~" she whispered, voice dripping with need.
"Then you're gonna get it~" he growled back, kneeling up to tower over her naked body. His cock throbbed, fully erect, and he yanked his pants down, unleashing all 12 thick, veiny inches. He slapped it against her soaked entrance, her pussy dripping from the foreplay, and she grinned like a fiend. Quick as a flash, she flipped onto her stomach, propping up on her elbows, his massive cock dangling inches from her face.
"Face fuck me, Daddy~" she purred, her hot breath teasing the tip, making it twitch.
Those words snapped something in him. Marcel fisted her hair into a rough ponytail, guiding his fat cock past her lips. She opened wide, and he groaned as her warm, wet mouth swallowed him, sliding deeper until half his length stuffed her throat. "Fuck," he muttered, winking at her before thrusting his hips, slow at first, then faster, relentless. Her gagging filled the room—*"Gawk! Gawk! Gawk!"*—lewd and filthy as he slammed into her, her spit coating his shaft, dripping down her chin.
He pulled out with a wet pop, grabbed her throat, and hauled her up for a messy, tongue-heavy kiss. Then he tossed her onto her back like she weighed nothing. Climbing over her, he slapped his cock against her sopping pussy, her juices slicking him up. "Tell me how bad you want it," he demanded, voice low and rough.
"Really bad, Daddy! I need it~" she whined, squirming beneath him.
He smirked, smacking her cheek—hard enough to sting—then gripped her neck tighter. "How *bad*?"
"I want you to fill me up, Daddy!" she moaned, clawing at his hand.
"Good girl~" he rasped. With no warning, he rammed his entire 12 inches into her, splitting her open. Her pussy clenched around him, stomach bulging from his size, and her toes curled as she screamed. He didn't hold back, thrusting deep and brutal, the wet *slap-slap-slap* of their bodies mixing with her ragged moans. Her nails raked his back, leaving red trails as he pounded her senseless.
"Oh! Fuuuck!" she howled, legs trembling as her orgasm hit, juices gushing out, soaking the sheets. Her pussy tightened, slicker now, and Marcel's cock pulsed, unloading a thick, hot flood of cum inside her. He thrust a few more times, milking every drop, then pulled out, leaving her panting and wrecked.
They collapsed, chests heaving. Kaylee stared at the ceiling, then at him. "You were amazing," she breathed.
"Were?" He chuckled darkly. "We ain't done, babe." He flipped her over, yanking her hips up, her fat ass jiggling as he slapped his still-hard cock against her dripping pussy. He shoved back in, deeper in this angle, gripping her hips and slamming her back onto him. The room echoed with loud, wet claps, her ass rippling under his spanks, handprints blooming red. "Tight little bitch," he growled, leaning down to bite her shoulder, kissing the mark as he kept railing her.
He pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved his cock back into her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, as he face-fucked her, his fingers plunging into her pussy, curling hard. They synced up, minds screaming the same thing: *I'm cumming!* Marcel buried her face against his pelvis, unloading ropes of hot cum down her throat as she squirted all over his hand, drenching the bed. They collapsed, spent, side by side.
Kaylee glanced at him, smirking. "Go turn off the camera."
He blinked, spotting the blinking red light on the dresser. Chuckling, he hauled himself up, cock swinging as he grabbed it and switched it off. "Had to record it, huh?"
"Best way to sell it," she said, rolling off the bed, legs wobbly as she headed for the bathroom. "I need a shower."
"Hold up—I'm joining," he said, smirking as he followed her, already hard again. This wasn't just a fuck; it was the start of something bigger. Marcel, the future King of OnlyFans, was just getting warmed up.