Big Jack sat at the bar nursing a whiskey when she walked in—thick thighs straining her tight dress, soft belly, heavy breasts spilling over the neckline. A proper BBW. Their eyes locked. She smiled, ordered a drink, and took the stool beside him.

“Jack,” he said.
" Insert your name here"

Conversation turned quick, hands wandering. By the second round they were out the door and heading to his place.

Inside, the door shut and he pulled her close, kissing hard. He peeled the dress up over those full curves, cupped her big soft tits, then dropped to his knees. Jack spread her thick thighs, buried his face between them, and licked deep into her wet heat. She moaned, fingers in his hair, as he sucked her clit and worked his tongue slow and thorough until her legs shook and she came hard against his mouth.

Only then did he stand, free his thick cock, and bend her over the couch. He pushed in deep, fucking her in long strokes that made her ass ripple and breasts swing. She clenched around him as she came again. Jack followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her.

They collapsed together, sweaty and spent.