Big Booty Violet’s $5000 Deal: Wild Van Sex

Title: Big Booty Violet’s $5000 Deal: Wild Van Sex

In the heart of the city, in a dimly lit alley, a sleek black van sat idling. Inside, the aroma of leather and anticipation filled the air. Violet, a voluptuous vixen with a booty that wouldn’t quit, leaned against the cool window, her ample assets straining against the confines of her tight jean shorts.

Suddenly, the van’s door slid open, revealing a bemused elderly man, cane in hand. “Excuse me, miss,” he said, squinting at her. “But I think there might be some mistake.”

Violet’s crimson lips curled into a devilish grin. “Oh, I can assure you there’s no mistake, sugar.” She beckoned him inside. “I’m your $5000 deal for the night.”

The old man’s eyes widened as the door slammed shut behind him. Inside, the space seemed to shrink as Violet sidled up to him, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Now,” she purred, “let’s have some fun.”

The man’s hands trembled as Violet guided them to her big, round ass. She giggled as he squeezed and prodded, lost in a trance. “That’s it, baby,” she encouraged, “get a good handful.”

Violet nibbled on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. “I’m going to rock your world,” she promised against his neck. Then, in one swift motion, she pushed him back onto a plush beanbag chair.

As he settled, Violet made her way to the center of the van. On the walls, LED lights changed color, pulsing to the beat of a sensual rhythm. Enchanted, the man ogled her body as she started to move, her hips making lazy circles as her hands drifted up her sides.

She gripped the hem of her tight V-neck and lifted it, revealing her toned, bare midriff inch by tantalizing inch. The man watched, spellbound, as Violet turned and bent forward, giving him an eyeful of her perfect, plump rear. “Do you like what you see?” she asked coyly, peeking over her shoulder.

Before he could answer, she began to slowly, sensually slide her shorts down over her booty-baring booty. Once they reached her thighs, she gripped them and pushed her butt out even further, giving the man a eyeful straight down the cleavage of her mammoth mounds. Just as she looked poised to bare it all completely, a sudden shimmy and shift sent her shorts flying to the floorboard!

The man was in awe at the sheer magnitude of her glorious regal rump, each supple sphere looking like it had been carved by the hand of an expert sculptor. In fact, her derriere was so ginormous that it looked as though it occupied about 80% of her entire body, the other 20% being long legs, small waist and giant, perky T&A. It was a round booty that begged to be worshiped.

Below Violet’s huge turbo-woman-titanium-rear-equipment shimmied and swayed along with her movements, the melons rippling tantalizingly with every motion. She turned to face the man once more, her luscious legs slithering over his lap. “You’ve paid for the whole ride,” she giggled, sliding her smooth thighs along his hips. “So hold on tight.”

At the mention of the ride, a sudden thunder rumbled in the distance, the rumble echoing through the van. Violet suddenly gripped the man’s collar, her hands closing around his neck like a vice. “Don’t you worry,” she assured him. “In this storm, the only flash of lightning you’ll notice is the one between my legs.”

Just then, lightning cracked outside, illuminating the interior of the van. As the light faded, Violet’s hands were already on the man’s belt, deftly unbuckling it and letting his pants drop. She straddled him, her thick thighs gripping his hips, the harsh lights of the skyscrapers casting an ethereal glow over her ample assets.

Slowly, teasingly, she lowered her shapely rump, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his loins. He gripped her thighs, his old hands testing the supple flesh. Above, Violet hovered, supported by her massive glutes, rocking and grinding against him with an intensity he’d never felt.

She leaned forward, pressing her huge heaving jugs into his chest. The air grew thick, the steam from their bodies condensing on the windows, obliterating them. The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance, but it was drowned out by their passionate cries.

Violet bounced faster, her chest heaving, sweat dripping down her back. The old man fought to keep hold of her waist, his breath coming in short gasps. Finally, with one last, aggressive thrust, they both succumbed to the pleasure, their bodies stiffening in unison. Violet collapsed on top of him, her breath hot against his neck, as rain began to patter the roof of the van.

They lay there, entwined in the afterglow, as the storm raged outside. Violet’s boobs heaved against his chest, her rhythmic breaths a soothing melody. The old man, spent and satisfied, knew he had just experienced the wildest ride of his life.

As if reading his thoughts, Violet lifted her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. “So,” she purred, “are you ready for our next destination?” She grinned wickedly, but the old man was already lost in her mesmerizing stare, his heart fluttering at the prospect of another exhilarating adventure at the hands of the incomparable Big Booty Violet.