Vanessa Lane, 45, lived in the suburbs with curves that defied gravity—thick thighs, heavy breasts, and an ass that looked sculpted for sin. Her husband was always "too tired." Her toys were no longer cutting it. What she craved… was real stretch.
And that stretch came on a Saturday afternoon.
She'd ordered groceries online. Nothing crazy. Just fruit, wine, and whipped cream.
But when the doorbell rang, and Trey showed up—6'4", jet-black skin, sleeves rolled up, veins bulging on his forearms and an even bigger bulge below—Vanessa knew her afternoon was about to get ruined… and remade.
He carried in the bags. But her eyes were on the real package.
She bent over on purpose. Moaned too loud picking up a grape.
Trey didn't miss a thing.
And when she whispered, "Do you deliver after hours?", his answer was a hungry growl.
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