Zoe’s Big Tits

Describe Zoe taking off her clothes and exposing her big creamy white tits and he playing with them. Zoe is a busty, nerdy, slutty, brunette.

Zoe leaned back against the desk, fingers already working the buttons of her blouse. She wasn’t shy—never had been—and the way she smirked as fabric fell open made that obvious. "Like what you see?" she teased, shrugging the shirt off her shoulders. Her tits were ridiculous—full, heavy, creamy white curves barely contained in a lace bra that only pretended to do its job. She arched her back, popping the clasp free with a single practiced twist, and they spilled out, soft and lush, nipples already stiff. She palmed them with both hands, fingers sinking into that plush weight. A slow exhale escaped her lips as she rolled her thumbs over aching peaks, pinching just hard enough to make her breath hitch. "Fuck," she whispered, watching her own tits jiggle with every touch—so fucking responsive, so perfectly sensitive. She squeezed harder, dragging her nails lightly over flushed skin before rolling both nipples between her fingers. The sharp bite of pleasure made her moan, back arching to push them further into her own grasp. No one else needed to be there—just her, just her tits, just the slick heat between her thighs as she gave them exactly what they deserved. They bounced with every movement, heavy and unrestrained, the perfect handfuls she never tired of playing with. And god, did she play.

Zoe grinned, bit her lip, and pushed off the desk—shoving her weight onto the balls of her feet before springing up. The second she left the ground, her tits took on a life of their own. Full, creamy mounds surged upward, then plummeted back down with a heavy, hypnotic slap against her ribcage. The motion sent ripples through her soft flesh, her nipples—dark pink and stiff—bobbing wildly with each impact. She jumped again, harder this time, thighs flexing as she reveled in the raw physics of it. Her tits jounced violently, swaying in opposing arcs before colliding, plush curves pressing together just long enough to form a sinful, jiggling cleavage. The undersides flushed pink from the friction, warmth spreading across her skin as she kept bouncing—fast, now, playful and relentless. Her breath came in short, excited bursts. Every landing made her tits quiver, the weight of them pulling taut for a split second before gravity won, sending them into another deliciously chaotic swing. Droplets of sweat glistened in the valley between them. Zoe laughed breathlessly, hands finally grabbing her own tits mid-air—just to feel them strain against her grip before slipping free on the next jump.

Zoe dropped back onto the desk, her thighs parting with a deliberate, lust-drunk laziness. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, nails scraping lightly over flushed skin before slipping between her thighs. A low moan escaped her as she found her soaked folds, already swollen and aching. She dragged two fingers through the slick heat, spreading herself open with a slow, filthy circle of her thumb. Her other hand groped her tits roughly, squeezing the soft weight of them, fingers kneading deep into the plush flesh. Her nipples throbbed under the rough attention, and she pinched one between her fingers, rolling it hard enough to make her gasp—the sharp sting only feeding the wet pulse between her legs. She worked herself faster, fingers plunging in shallow, urgent strokes, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit. Her tits bounced with every ragged breath, nipples stiff and flushed, the contrast of creamy skin and dusky pink making her bite her lip. The slick sounds filled the room, her thighs trembling as she fucked her own fingers with desperate, rolling thrusts. She could feel the tension coiling tighter, her body arching off the desk—so close, so fucking close—

Zoe’s hips jerked as she came, a breathless cry tearing from her throat. Her fingers pressed deep, drawing out the shuddering waves of pleasure until her thighs trembled. Slowly, she pulled her hand free, glistening with her own slickness. She brought her fingers to her lips without hesitation, tongue darting out to taste herself—salty, musky, *hers*. A lazy smirk curled her mouth as she sucked them clean, savoring the lingering heat of her climax. Her nipples were still stiff, arousal simmering low in her belly again as she traced her tongue along the webbing between her fingers, not letting a single drop go to waste. The weight of her tits pressed against her arms as she arched slightly, watching herself with heavy-lidded satisfaction. She could still feel the aftershocks pulsing through her, but the hunger wasn’t gone—just waiting. "Fuck," she murmured, dropping her hand back between her thighs.

She heads to the shower with glass doors, and presses her tits against the glass and uses the shower spray handle to pleasure herself

Zoe slid off the desk, legs still unsteady, and padded toward the bathroom. The shower was already running, steam fogging the glass doors as she stepped inside. The water hit her flushed skin like a second arousal—hot, insistent. She pressed her tits against the cool glass, the contrast sharp enough to make her gasp. The hard nubs of her nipples dragged against the slick surface as she arched, leaving smears of condensation in their wake. One hand braced against the tile while the other reached for the shower spray handle, detaching it with a quick twist. The pulse of water hit her inner thigh first, a teasing flicker before she guided it higher. The second the stream grazed her swollen clit, her breath hitched. She circled slowly, letting the pressure build—not enough, then too much, her hips jerking against the sensation. Her tits pressed harder against the glass, her free hand kneading the soft flesh as the water worked her into a fevered rhythm. "Fuck—yes," she hissed, thighs trembling. The steam clung to her skin, her body a mess of heat and slick impatience.

Zoe’s grip tightened on the spray handle as she angled it harder against herself, the water’s relentless pulse driving her higher. Her other hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs to join the assault—her own touch rougher, more demanding now. The glass fogged where her forehead pressed against it, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her hips rolled against the stream, the pressure just shy of pain, toes curling against the slick tiles. She could feel another orgasm coiling tight, sharper than the last, her cunt clenching around nothing as the stimulation overwhelmed her. “Fuck, *fuck*—” Her voice broke as she twisted the nozzle to a narrower spray, the water cutting into her clit like a blade of pure sensation. The climax hit like a live wire, back arching, thighs shaking. She let out a guttural moan, fingers working furiously to drag out every last spasm. The glass shuddered under her weight as she slumped forward, water still drumming hot against her oversensitive flesh.

She heard the doorbell ring. The five cocks she invited for herself to drain had arrived. She didn’t bother wrapping herself in a towel to answer the door.

Zoe’s breath still came in uneven gasps as the doorbell chimed again—insistent, impatient. A slow grin curved her lips. She stepped out of the shower, water sluicing down her body, and didn’t bother wiping away the droplets clinging to her thighs. The door swung open to reveal five men, their gazes immediately dropping to her glistening skin, her flushed nipples, the slick shine between her legs. She leaned against the frame, one hand braced high on the door, letting them look. “You’re late,” she purred, stepping back to let them in. The first man—tall, broad-shouldered—reached for her before the door even clicked shut, his calloused hands gripping her hips, dragging her against the stiff bulge in his jeans. She arched into the contact, her wet skin soaking through his shirt as his mouth crushed down on hers. Behind him, belts unbuckled, zippers hissed open. Someone’s palm smacked her ass, hard enough to make her gasp into the kiss. She broke away, licking her lips. “Guess I’ll have to make you earn it,” she taunted, sinking to her knees as the first cock bobbed in front of her face.

The first cock filled her mouth before she could tease—thick, already leaking at the tip. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deep, one hand wrapping around the base while the other reached blindly for the next man. Fingers tangled in her damp hair, guiding her rhythm as she worked her tongue along his shaft, tasting salt and need. Behind her, hands spread her thighs. A rough thumb dragged through her folds, still swollen from the shower, before two fingers shoved inside without warning. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, hips jerking back, taking the intrusion deeper. Another man stepped closer, pressing his length against her cheek, smearing pre-cum over her skin. “Bet she can take two,” someone muttered. The first man pulled out just as the second pushed in, stretching her lips wide. She gagged, eyes watering, but her fingers dug into their thighs, urging them closer. A third cock nudged against her ass—no warning, just the slick press of lube and the slow, relentless stretch as he filled her from behind. The groan that tore from her throat vibrated around the cocks in her mouth, her body pinned between them, every hole claimed.

Zoe’s throat stretched impossibly wider as the second cock thrust deeper, her lips slick with spit and pre-cum. The man behind her growled, hands gripping her hips tight as he bottomed out, the thick ridge of him scraping against her walls in a way that made her whimper. Someone’s fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back just enough for the first man to slide free—only for the next to replace him, his tip bumping against her clenched teeth before forcing past. Her jaw ached, but the burn only sharpened the pleasure coiling low in her belly. The cock in her ass started a rough rhythm, each snap of his hips driving her forward onto the next thrust into her mouth. The fingers inside her curled, pressing against that sweet spot until her thighs trembled. A fourth man knelt beside her, his hand fisting his own length as he watched greedily. “Fuck, look at her take it,” he muttered, stroking faster. “Gonna paint that pretty face next.” Zoe’s moan was muffled, her body nothing but a vessel for their hunger—and hers.

The fourth man didn’t wait—hot ropes of cum splattered across Zoe’s cheek, her eyelid, the corner of her swollen lips. She didn’t flinch, just swallowed around the cock in her mouth, her tongue working the underside as more spilled between her lips. The fingers inside her curled harder, and she clenched around them, her hips bucking as the man behind her pounded deeper, his breath ragged against her neck. “You like being stuffed full, don’t you?” he grunted, his grip bruising. She could only moan in response, her throat vibrating around the thick shaft filling it. Another slap landed on her ass, sharp enough to make her jerk forward—but the hands in her hair held her steady, forcing her to take every inch. The second man pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening. “Your turn,” he said to the fifth, who wasted no time shoving in, his fingers digging into her scalp. The stretch burned, but she arched into it, drool slicking her chin as she sucked greedily. Behind her, the rhythm grew erratic—a final, brutal thrust, then heat flooding her ass as the man buried himself deep. He stayed there, grinding against her as he pulsed inside, his groan rough in her ear. The fourth man wiped his cum across her lips with his thumb, smirking as she licked it clean. “Good girl.” But Zoe wasn’t done. Not even close.

The man in her ass pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down her trembling thighs as the fifth cock took his place—thicker, blunt and unrelenting. Zoe gasped as the tip pressed against her slick hole, her body already stretched to the limit. "Relax," he muttered, not waiting for her to obey before pushing in. A ragged cry tore from her throat as he split her open, inch by brutal inch. Every thrust forced her wider, the burn bordering on pain—but the fingers still working her clit kept her desperate, writhing between pleasure and the overwhelming stretch. "Look at that," someone groaned, palming his cock as he watched her ass swallow the thick length. "Takes it like she was made for it." Zoe's knees shook, her body a mess of sweat and spit and come. The cock in her mouth fucked her throat in short, sharp thrusts, her gag reflex long gone. Her ass clenched around the intrusion, milking him as he bottomed out with a groan. "Fuck—gonna ruin you," he gritted out, hips snapping harder. The slap of skin echoed in the room, her cheeks red from the impact. Every nerve screamed—stretched, used, *owned*. And she loved it.

--- The last cock pulled free with a wet pop, leaving her gaping and leaking. Strong hands dragged her toward the shower, fingers digging into her hips as she staggered forward—still trembling, her body a mess of sweat and cum and spit. The tiles were cool against her back when they shoved her under the spray, water sluicing off the sticky evidence of their use. She barely had time to catch her breath before the first thick stream hit her chest, warm and heavy. Piss splashed across her stomach, her thighs, the musky scent mixing with steam as another jet streaked down her back. A groan slipped from her lips—part shock, part surrender—as a third man stepped closer, cock nudging her parted lips. "Drink it," he growled, and she obeyed, throat working as hot liquid spilled past her tongue. Salty. Bitter. The slap of a palm against her ass made her flinch, but she kept swallowing, even as piss trickled from the corners of her mouth. Another stream painted her pussy, mixing with the come still dripping from her. "Look at that," someone muttered, watching the mess run down her legs. "Fucking wrecked." She was—body shuddering, skin flushed, every inch marked and used. The water turned her into a canvas of their filth, and she loved the heavy, humiliating weight of it.

The slap cracked across her cheek, sharp enough to make her gasp, piss still dripping from her chin. Another came from behind—a stinging blow to her ass, her skin already hot and tender from the earlier abuse. Someone twisted her nipple hard between rough fingers, wrenching a choked cry from her throat as the shower rained down, mixing her pain with their marks. "Still not done with you," a voice growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. Another slap, this time across her tits, the sting blooming bright and cruel. She whimpered, but the sound only made them rougher—palms landing on her thighs, her hips, the wet smacks echoing off the tiles. One man pressed her face against the wall, his cock sliding between her lips again before he pulled out just to spit in her mouth. "Take it," he ordered, and she did, tongue darting out to catch every drop like a good slut. Another smack landed on her cunt, fingers spreading her open right after, rubbing her raw clit just hard enough to make her jerk. She was trembling, aching, every part of her stinging and used—but her hips still pushed back when a hand gripped her ass, begging silently for more.

A thick cock drove into her pussy without warning, stretching her already aching hole as she gasped. "N-no, I'm too—" The protest was cut short by another slap, this time across her mouth, silencing her as the man behind her fucked her hard and fast. The water running down her thighs turned cloudy with fresh come as he emptied himself inside her, grunting as he gave her one last brutal thrust before pulling out. Before she could catch her breath, another replaced him, shoving her forward over the tiled bench. His fingers dug into her hips as he rutted into her ass, her body clenching around him in oversensitized protest. "Fuck, still tight," he groaned, his pace relentless until his cock twitched, dumping another load deep inside her. The third man forced her to her knees again, slapping his wet shaft against her lips. "Open." She whimpered but obeyed, letting him push past her teeth, her throat working as he came in thick spurts. He pulled out with a smirk, leaving her mouth dripping. They stepped back, toweling off as she slumped against the shower floor—legs spread, holes leaking, skin marked red from their hands. The water washed over her ruined body as the last man chuckled, turning off the spray. "Stay there, slut. We're done." The door shut. Silence. Only the slow drip of water—and her own ragged breaths—filled the room.

Zoe cleaned all the piss and cum off off of her in the shower. Describe her soapy tits and pussy in great detail

Zoe reached for the soap, her fingers trembling as she worked the slick bar between her hands. The lather spilled over her tits first—suds clinging to the stiff peaks of her nipples, pink and tender from earlier abuse. She dragged her palms in slow circles, watching the soap slide down the curves, her skin still flushed from slaps and bites. Water sluiced between her thighs as she spread her legs wider, fingers sliding through the mess of come dripping from her pussy. The soap stung where her lips were swollen, but she didn’t stop, scrubbing hard enough to turn her clit an angry red. Bubbles clung to her curls, foaming as she pushed two fingers inside, scooping out the thick remnants of their loads. Her breath hitched when she brushed a sore spot, but she kept going—ruthless, thorough—until every trace of them was washed away. The spray rinsed her clean, leaving her body glistening, marked, and empty.

--- Zoe grabbed the towel with unsteady hands, dragging the rough fabric over her soap-slick skin. She started with her tits—rubbing in slow, firm strokes that made her nipples stiffen further under the friction. The damp heat of the towel clung to each curve before she peeled it away, leaving them flushed and tingling. She dragged the fabric lower, over the tender swell of her belly, then between her thighs. The towel scraped against her swollen lips, pressing into them as she worked methodically, soaking up the last beads of water—and the faint, stubborn slickness still seeping from her well-used hole. Turning, she bent slightly, dragging the towel over the curve of her ass next. The fabric caught briefly at her rim, still stretched and damp, before she wiped it clean with a sharp inhale. The towel dropped to the floor. She stood there—bare, marked, and glistening—before the mirror, watching water trickle down her skin one last time.