**9:15 AM, Brittanya's Apartment**
Marcel woke to the soft hum of Brittanya's breathing, her naked body pressed against his, her thick ass nestled into his hips, his 12-inch cock still half-hard inside her from last night's slow, creamy finish. The bedroom smelled of sex and lavender, sheets tangled around their legs, her big, natural tits rising with each breath, pierced nipples brushing his arm. He'd slept deep—deeper than he had in days—Brittanya's calm vibe a balm after Kaylee and Valerie's chaos. But as sunlight crept through the blinds, his cock twitched awake, stirring in her cum-slick pussy, and she moaned soft, shifting against him.
"Morning already?" she mumbled, voice husky, turning to face him, her dark eyes glinting with heat. She kissed him slow, tongue teasing his, her hand sliding down to stroke his growing erection. "Fuck—you're ready again." She grinned, feeling him harden fully, thick and pulsing in her grip, and he groaned, pulling her closer, their naked bodies grinding together.
"Shower," he growled, voice rough with need, rolling out of bed and tugging her with him. She laughed, stumbling after him, her thick ass jiggling as they crossed the loft to her bathroom—a sleek, tiled space with a wide glass shower. He cranked the water, steam billowing fast, and shoved her inside, the hot spray hitting her curves, water streaming over her big tits, her pierced nipples hardening under the heat. She smirked, pressing her back to the wall, spreading her legs. "Fuck me hard—wreck me," she purred, her voice cutting through the steam.
Marcel stepped in, water cascading over his chiseled frame, his cock rock-hard and glistening as he grabbed her hips, slamming her against the tiles with a wet *thud*. "You want it rough?" he snarled, lining up, and rammed his 12-inch beast into her pussy with a single, brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep. She screamed, head thrown back, the *slap* of their bodies echoing over the water's roar, her tight walls stretching around him, already dripping from last night's cum. He didn't ease up, pounding her with a relentless, jackhammer rhythm, each stroke a savage stab that made her thick ass ripple, water splashing everywhere.
"Fuck—yes!" she wailed, clawing his shoulders, her big tits bouncing wild, piercings flashing as he fucked her senseless. He gripped her thighs, lifting her off the floor, pinning her to the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist as he drilled deeper, his cock tunneling in with a punishing force that bulged her stomach. The shower shook, steam thick, her pussy squirting hard, jets mixing with the water, soaking his abs as she moaned, "Harder—break me!" He obliged, slamming in with a twisting, corkscrew thrust, churning her insides, her screams bouncing off the tiles, her thick ass smacking his hips with every brutal hit.
He spun her, bending her over, her hands braced on the glass, ass up high, wobbling obscene under the spray. "Take it—fucking take it," he growled, ramming back in, his cock spearing her pussy with a bone-rattling force, the *slap-slap-slap* deafening. Water streamed down her back, her big tits swaying, nipples grazing the glass as he pounded, spanking her hard, red prints blooming on her wet skin. She shoved back, matching his rhythm, her pussy clenching tight, creaming his shaft, and she squirted again, a hot flood splashing the floor, her legs trembling under the assault.
"Fuck—don't stop!" she begged, voice raw, turning her head to kiss him sloppy, tongues clashing as he gripped her hips, pile-driving his cock in with a ferocity that rocked her whole body. He yanked her upright, spinning her to face him, lifting one leg over his shoulder, slamming back in—deep, rough, passionate, his thrusts a relentless storm, stretching her wide. Her big tits pressed to his chest, piercings digging in, and she clawed his back, squirting hard, soaking his thighs, her moans a desperate chant: "More—more—fuck me raw!"
He dropped her leg, shoving her to her knees, water pounding her back as she sucked him deep, gagging loud—*"Gawk! Gawk!"*—spit mixing with the spray, her lips stretching around his girth. "Choke on it," he snarled, thrusting into her throat, 12 inches bulging her neck, her eyes watering as she slurped, sloppy and wild. She pulled off, gasping, standing fast, bending over again, guiding his cock back into her pussy. "Fuck me—cum in me!" she demanded, and he rammed in, a savage, twisting thrust that made her scream, her thick ass rippling, pussy gripping him tight.
"Gonna fill you," he growled, pounding harder, his balls slapping her clit, water streaming over them as he jackhammered deep, her walls fluttering, begging for it. She squirted again, a violent burst, and he roared, unloading—first creampie, thick and hot, blasting into her womb, flooding her, cum leaking out under the water's rush. She moaned, shoving back, milking him, but he didn't stop, flipping her to the wall again, ramming in with a brutal, corkscrew force, stretching her raw, her big tits bouncing, her screams echoing.
"More—gimme more!" she wailed, pussy creaming his shaft, and he pounded her, relentless, slamming so hard the glass rattled, her thick ass clapping against him. He gripped her throat, light but firm, thrusting deep, her eyes rolling back as she squirted, soaking his legs, and he creamed her—second creampie, pumping thick, overflowing, dripping down her thighs as she shuddered, panting, her body trembling under the hot spray.
He pulled out, spinning her, lifting her against the wall again, ramming back in—slow at first, then hard, a passionate, bone-deep thrust that made her gasp, her big tits pressed to his chest, water streaming between them. "Fuck—you're mine," he growled, kissing her rough, tongues tangling, his cock tunneling in with a steady, savage rhythm, stretching her wide. She clawed his shoulders, squirting hard, and he unloaded—third creampie, a slow, thick flood filling her, cum gushing out, mixing with the water as she moaned into his mouth, their bodies locked tight.
He eased her down, both panting, water pounding their backs as she pressed against him, cum leaking from her stretched pussy, her thick ass brushing his softening cock. She kissed him slow, deep, tongues lazy now, her hands roaming his chest. "You're free, you know," she murmured, lips brushing his, her voice soft but firm. "All those girls—Kaylee, Valerie, Lexi—they're weighing you down, fighting over you like dogs. You don't need that shit."
He pulled back, water dripping from his hair, staring into her dark eyes, her big tits pressed to him, cum still trickling down her thighs. "Free, huh?" he muttered, kissing her again, rougher this time, his hands gripping her ass, squeezing hard. "Maybe you're right."
"I am," she whispered, kissing him back, sloppy and needy, her tongue tracing his. "Just fuck me—no drama, no chains." She smirked, guiding his hand to her cum-filled pussy, letting him feel the mess. "You're too good for their bullshit."
He groaned, kissing her deeper, their naked bodies slick and warm, the shower still steaming around them. "Fuck it—yeah," he murmured, holding her tight, the weight of the others lifting, if only for now, in Brittanya's arms.