The quiet girls always want it rough

The sun was just starting to set as Layla stood by the window, her curvaceous body illuminated by the warm orange glow. At 19, she still had the shy, innocent look of a girl, but her toned figure and ample assets told a different story. She nibbled her lower lip, debating whether to go through with her daring plan. But her mind was made up. She needed this.

Layla pulled out her phone and dialed Omar’s number. They had grown up together as neighbors, but had only become close recently. She knew he had always admired her from afar, his lustful gaze often lingering on her thick hips and plump behind. She hoped he would say yes.

The phone rang twice before Omar picked up. “Layla? Is everything okay?” He sounded surprised but pleased to hear from her.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Omar, I need you. I need you to come over and fuck me. Hard.” The words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

There was a prolonged silence, causing Layla to worry she had blown her chance. But then Omar responded, his voice deep and aroused. “I’ll be right there.”

Layla hung up the phone, her body already tingling with anticipation. She had never been with a guy before, but she knew what she wanted. She craved it. And she knew Omar would give it to her.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Layla opened it to find Omar standing there, looking tall and handsome in his town clothes. His dark eyes raked over her body, which was clad in only a thin white tank top and small cotton shorts. The outline of her nipples was clearly visible through the tight fabric.

Without saying a word, Omar pushed Layla against the doorframe, his muscular body pressing into hers. He leaned down and captured her lips in a rough, hungry kiss. Layla moaned, parting her lips to allow his tongue access to her mouth. She ground her hips against his, feeling his manhood already beginning to harden.

Omar lifted Layla’s tank top over her head and tossed it aside. Her large breasts spilled out, the dusky nipples stiff with desire. He ducked his head and pulled one into his mouth, sucking hard. Layla panted and dug her nails into his shoulders, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Omar gripped Layla’s meaty rear and lifted her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom, his hungry mouth never leaving her skin.

Once they reached the bed, Omar yanked Layla’s shorts down her thick thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he groaned at the sight of her glistening pink slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.”

“Yes, fuck me,” Layla begged, too far gone to feel embarrassed. “I need your big cock inside me.”

Omar wasted no time, unzipping his jeans and freeing his large erection. He rubbed the engorged head against Layla’s slick folds, teasing her. “Tell me how bad you want it, habibti,” he whispered.

“I want it so fucking bad!” Layla cried out. “I need you to fill me up and fuck me hard and deep. I’m yours, Omar.”

With that, he thrust his cock inside her, breaking through her innocence and burying himself to the hilt. Layla let out a screech of pleasure as he stretched her out, her toes curling at the delicious fullness. Omar gave her only a moment to adjust before he began pounding into her, his hips slapping against her plump ass with each powerful stroke.

“Yes, yes, YES!” Layla screamed, clawing at Omar’s back. “Harder, fuck me harder!”

Omar complied, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises and drilling into her sopping cunt. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with their grunts and moans of pleasure.

Layla felt a tension begin to build in her core as Omar’s thick cock rubbed against that spot deep inside her. She was being fucked into oblivion, her world narrowing down to the intense sensation of him filling and claiming her again and again.

Suddenly, a rush of wetness flooded her channel and she was sobbing her way through a mind-blowing orgasm, her pussy spasming around Omar’s pistoning shaft. He didn’t let up though, and it only took a few more thrusts before he was growling her name, his seed erupting deep inside her quivering sex.

They collapsed against each other, both panting and trembling from the intensity of their fucking. As Layla came down from her high, a realization washed over her. This was what she had been missing. Rough, messy, passionate sex that made her feel wanted, needed, desired.

She looked up at Omar with glazed eyes and he smirked down at her, knowing she was already craving more. “Again,” she breathed. And this time, it was Omar’s turn to groan with desire as he began to harden inside her once more, ready to take her on another rollercoaster ride of pleasure.