Connie Wants A Baby

Title: “Connie’s Craving: A Sensual Journey into BBW Pleasure”

The camera pans across the room, capturing the intimate scene of Connie and her partner, Tracy. Connie, a voluptuous, sumptuous woman with curves that would make Aphrodite swoon, reclines on the bed, her chubby cheeks flushed with desire. Her thick thighs part, revealing the glistening pink of her petted lips, begging to be explored. Tracy, a lean, tanned figure with a playful smile, traces a finger along Connie’s inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

“Connie wants a baby,” Tracy purrs, her voice a hypnotic whisper. “And I’m going to give it to her.”

Connie’s eyes flutter open, a mischievous glint dancing in their chocolate depths. She reaches for Tracy, her soft, plush fingers caressing the firm plane of her abs. “Promises, promises,” she teases, her voice a seductive drawl.

Tracy chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through her chest. She leans in, her breath hot against Connie’s ear. “Oh, darlin’, I always keep my promises.”

And with that, Tracy unleashes a symphony of sensual delights upon Connie’s quivering form. She traces the delicate shell of her ear with the tip of her tongue, her hands roaming over the soft expanses of Connie’s body, exploring the landscape of her curves. Connie arches into her touch, a soft moan escaping her lush lips.

Tracy’s fingers dance along Connie’s thigh, inching ever closer to her heat. She teases the sensitive skin, her fingers barely grazing Connie’s wet folds, drawing out the anticipation. Connie squirms beneath her, her hips lifting, urging Tracy to delve deeper, to claim her.

Tracy obliges, parting Connie’s petals with the pad of her thumb, exposing her engorged clit to the cool air of the room. She circles the sensitive nub, applying gentle pressure, drawing out Connie’s pleasure in waves. Connie’s thighs quiver, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “More,” she whimpers, her voice thick with need.

Tracy smirks, the promise of pleasure gleaming in her eyes. She slides two fingers into Connie’s slick heat, pumping them in and out, setting a steady rhythm. Connie’s walls clench around her, drawing her deeper, begging for more. Tracy obliged, adding a third finger, stretching Connie’s tight passage.

Connie’s hands grasp the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as the pleasure builds within her. Her hips buck against Tracy’s hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. Tracy’s thumb finds Connie’s clit, rubbing in tight circles, pushing her closer to the edge.

“I’m…I’m going to…” Connie’s words dissolve into a stream of incoherent moans, her body tensing, coiling like a spring. Tracy’s fingers piston faster, her thumb rubbing harder, driving Connie over the precipice. Connie’s body spasms, her walls clenching around Tracy’s fingers as she comes undone, wave upon wave of pleasure crashing over her.

As Connie floats down from her high, Tracy withdraws her fingers, bringing them to her lips, tasting Connie’s essence. “Delicious,” she purrs, her voice thick with desire.

Connie reaches for Tracy, pulling her down for a searing kiss, their tongues tangling in a sensual dance. She reaches between them, her hand wrapping around Tracy’s length, stroking her to full hardness.

Tracy moans into the kiss, her hips bucking into Connie’s hand. She breaks the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “I need to be inside you,” she pants, her voice strained with desire.

Connie nods, her eyes dark with want. She guides Tracy to her entrance, the head of Tracy’s cock teasing her slick folds. Tracy pushes in, slowly, allowing Connie’s body to adjust to her size. Connie’s walls stretch around Tracy, the slight burn only heightening her pleasure.

Tracy begins to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. She pulls out, almost all the way, before pushing back in, setting a deep, sensual pace. Connie meets her thrusts, her hips lifting, drawing Tracy deeper inside her. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, of breathy moans and sighs of pleasure.

Tracy’s hand finds Connie’s clit, rubbing in time with her thrusts, pushing Connie closer to her peak. Connie’s walls flutter around Tracy, the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. Tracy pistons faster, her thrusts becoming erratic, her own peak fast approaching.

“I’m…I’m going to…ahhh!” Connie’s words dissolve into a scream of ecstasy as her orgasm crashes over her, her walls clamping down around Tracy like a vice. The sensation drives Tracy over the edge, her hips stuttering as she finds her release, filling Connie with her essence, inseminating her womb.

They collapse together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, both gasping for breath. Tracy’s hand caresses Connie’s belly, her fingers tracing idle circles. “Did you get what you wanted, my love?” she whispers, her lips brushing against Connie’s ear.

Connie smiles, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. “Hmmm, I think so,” she murmurs, her hand covering Tracy’s. “But I wouldn’t mind a little more convincing.”

And with that, Tracy rolls onto her side, her hand slipping between Connie’s thighs, ready to fulfill her promise once more. The night stretches out before them, a tapestry of passion and pleasure, ready to be woven anew.