**8:30 PM, Brittanya's Apartment**
Marcel's head was a mess after last night's shitshow. Kaylee and Valerie's relentless tug-of-war over his 12-inch cock had left him drained—nine creampies deep, dining room trashed, and their bickering still ringing in his ears. He'd stormed out, crashing on a buddy's couch, but the tension clung to him like sweat. Today, he needed an escape, and Brittanya—chill, curvy Brittanya with her pierced nipples and thick ass—texted him the lifeline: *"Come over. My place is drama-free."* He grabbed a duffel, hopped in his Tesla, and peeled out, the city lights blurring past as he aimed for her downtown loft.
He knocked, and Brittanya opened the door, barefoot in a loose black tank top and tiny shorts, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders. Her apartment smelled like lavender and weed, a soft contrast to the chaos he'd fled. "You look like hell," she said, smirking, stepping aside to let him in. Her place was cozy—dim lights, plush rugs, a big sectional couch piled with pillows—and the vibe hit him like a warm wave. She handed him a beer, cold and dripping, and plopped beside him on the couch, her thick thighs brushing his.
"Kaylee and Valerie—they're fucking nuts," he muttered, cracking the bottle, taking a long swig. "Fighting over my dick like it's a goddamn prize. I'm done with it."
Brittanya laughed, low and easy, resting a hand on his knee. "They're obsessed—Valerie's cock-drunk, Kaylee's territorial. You're stressing too hard, though. Stay here tonight—let me take care of you." Her fingers traced up his thigh, slow and deliberate, her dark eyes locking on his, promising peace wrapped in heat. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his neck, her breath warm, and he felt the knot in his chest loosen, his cock stirring under his sweats.
"Take care of me, huh?" he murmured, setting the beer down, turning to her. She nodded, sliding her tank top off, her big, natural tits spilling free, silver piercings glinting in the low light. He groaned, hands finding her curves, pulling her closer, and their lips met—slow, deep, tongues tangling with a lazy hunger. She tasted like mint and smoke, her softness grounding him as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her thick ass pressing against his growing bulge.
She tugged his shirt off, her fingers roaming his chiseled chest, tracing every line as she kissed him again, softer this time, savoring it. "No rush—just us," she whispered, grinding slow, her shorts riding up, her heat seeping through. He slid his hands under her waistband, peeling the shorts down, revealing her trimmed pussy, already glistening. She moaned low as he grazed her clit, teasing, and she reached down, freeing his cock from his sweats—12 inches springing up, thick and pulsing, ready for her.
Brittanya sank onto him, slow and deliberate, taking him inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching around his girth with a soft gasp. "Fuck—you feel so good," she breathed, settling fully, his cock buried deep, her thick ass resting against his thighs. She didn't bounce wild like the others—just rocked, slow and sensual, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm, her big tits swaying gently, piercings catching the light. Marcel groaned, hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer, his lips finding her neck, kissing and sucking as she moved, her warmth enveloping him.
"Take it easy, baby," he murmured, thrusting up slow, matching her pace, his cock sliding in and out with a wet, deliberate drag that made her shiver. She leaned forward, pressing her tits to his chest, her nipples grazing his skin as she kissed him deep, tongues slow-dancing, her moans soft and needy. The couch creaked beneath them, the air thick with their heat, and she clenched around him, her pussy gripping tight, drawing him deeper with every roll of her hips.
She pulled back, standing, tugging him up. "Bedroom—wanna feel you all night," she purred, leading him to her room, a king-size bed draped in dark sheets. She pushed him down, climbing over him, guiding his cock back into her pussy, sinking slow again, her thick ass jiggling as she settled. She rode him, languid and sensual, her hands braced on his chest, nails digging in just enough, her moans growing huskier. "Fuck—Marcel," she gasped, leaning down, kissing his jaw, his lips, her hips never stopping, a steady, grinding rhythm that built heat slow and deep.
He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, sliding back in with a long, smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. "You're fucking perfect," he growled, moving slow, his cock dragging against her walls, each stroke deliberate, stretching her gently but deep. She arched, her big tits bouncing soft, her hands gripping the sheets as he leaned down, sucking a pierced nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. She moaned louder, her pussy fluttering around him, wet and warm, her thick ass lifting to meet his thrusts, the bed creaking under their weight.
"Cum in me—slow, baby," she whispered, locking eyes, her voice trembling with need. He nodded, keeping the pace, thrusting deep and steady, his balls tightening as her pussy milked him. She shuddered, squirting soft, soaking his cock, and he groaned, unloading—first creampie, thick and hot, spilling into her womb, a slow flood that leaked out around him as she sighed, blissful. He stayed inside, rocking gentle, letting her feel every pulse, her hands sliding up his back, pulling him down to kiss her, long and lazy.
She rolled him over, straddling again, her pussy still dripping his cum. "More—keep going," she murmured, sinking back onto him, riding slow, her thick ass rolling in hypnotic circles, tits swaying. He gripped her hips, thrusting up with a tender force, his cock gliding in and out, slick with their mess. She leaned forward, kissing his neck, her breath hot, and he felt her clench again, her moans soft but desperate. "Fuck—cum again," she begged, and he did—second creampie, pumping into her, creamy trails dripping down his balls as she trembled, kissing him deep, their bodies locked tight.
They shifted, spooning on their sides, his cock still hard inside her from behind. He thrust slow, one hand cupping her tit, squeezing soft, the other sliding between her legs, rubbing her clit. "You're taking care of me good," he murmured, kissing her shoulder, his hips moving in a gentle grind, stretching her deep. She moaned low, pushing back, her thick ass pressing against him, and they stayed like that, fucking slow and sensual, the room filled with their soft gasps and the wet slide of his cock.
"Last one—fill me," she whispered, turning her head, kissing him sloppy as he thrust deeper, slow and deliberate, his cock pulsing. She shuddered, squirting again, soaking the sheets, and he unloaded—third creampie, thick and warm, flooding her pussy, a final, tender release that left them both panting. He stayed inside, softening, his arms wrapping around her, her thick ass nestled against his hips, their sweat-slick bodies entwined.
"Stay," she mumbled, drowsy, her voice a soft hum as she nestled closer, his cock still buried in her creamy warmth. He kissed her neck, exhaustion hitting him, the stress melting away in her embrace. "Yeah—night," he murmured, eyes drifting shut, and they fell asleep like that, tangled together, the chaos of Kaylee and Valerie a distant echo in Brittanya's quiet retreat.