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Anna and I had been together three years. She was twenty-six, soft curves everywhere that filled my hands, thick thighs that jiggled when she walked, and a pair of heavy tits that spilled out of every bra she owned. I was twenty-eight, built from years of construction work, and packing a cock that had always drawn double-takes, thick, long, veined, the kind of size that made her eyes go wide the first time she saw it. We weren’t porn stars. We were just a couple who liked to fuck hard and film it sometimes for ourselves.

It started on a Friday night after a few drinks. The apartment was quiet, curtains drawn. Anna sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but one of my old t-shirts, the hem riding up her ass. I set the phone on the tripod at the foot of the bed, angled so it caught everything from her face down to where our bodies met.“You sure about this?” she asked, biting her lower lip. Her voice had that nervous edge, but her nipples were already poking hard through the thin fabric.

“Yeah. Just for us. No one else sees it.” I stripped off my shirt and jeans. My cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy between my legs. “Get that shirt off. I want to watch those big tits bounce while I fuck you.”She pulled it over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full, soft, the kind that rested heavy in my palms. Dark pink nipples tightened under my stare. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, looking back over her shoulder at the camera, then at me. “Like this?”

I stepped up behind her, ran both hands over the thick globes of her ass, spreading her open. Her pussy was already glistening. I slapped one cheek hard enough to leave a red print. She moaned. I lined up the fat head of my cock and pushed in slow. The stretch was always intense, she was tight, and I was thick. Her walls gripped me, hot and wet, as I sank deeper until my hips pressed flush against her ass.

“Fuck… you’re so big,” she groaned, dropping to her elbows. Her heavy tits hung and swayed under her. “Don’t stop. Give it to me.”

I started thrusting, long deep strokes that made her flesh ripple. The phone recorded every wet slap of skin, every bounce of her ass, every time her tits swung forward. I reached under her and cupped one breast, squeezing hard, thumb flicking the nipple. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust.

“Harder,” she panted. “I want to feel that thick cock stretching me open.”

I grabbed her hips and really started pounding. The bed creaked. Her moans got louder, raw. I watched my shaft disappear inside her over and over, coated in her cream. “Look at that greedy cunt taking every inch,” I growled. “You love getting stuffed, don’t you?”

“Yes…fuck yes. It’s so deep.” She reached back with one hand and spread her own ass wider for the camera.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her knees up to her chest. Her pussy looked swollen and shiny. I slammed back in, burying myself to the balls. Her tits bounced hard with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently while I fucked her. She tangled her fingers in my hair and held me there.

“Talk to me,” she gasped. “Tell me what you’re doing to me.”

“I’m splitting this tight little hole with my fat cock. Feeling every inch of you squeeze me. Gonna fill you up until it’s dripping down your thighs.” I reached between us and rubbed her clit in rough circles. Her legs started shaking.

She came hard, crying out, walls clamping down on me like a fist. I kept thrusting through it, chasing my own release. When I finally pulled out, ropes of thick cum striped across her stomach and the underside of her tits. She scooped some up with two fingers and licked it clean while staring straight at the camera.

We did another round right after. She climbed on top and rode me reverse so the phone caught the view of her thick ass bouncing on my cock. I spanked her, left more handprints, pulled her hair, and made her say filthy things into the lens. By the time we finished, the phone battery was almost dead and both of us were covered in sweat and cum.

I meant to download the video and delete it off the cloud. Instead I got distracted, uploaded the file to a private folder that somehow synced wrong, and forgot about it for two days.

Monday morning my phone started blowing up. Notifications from an amateur site I didn’t even have an account on. The video had been scraped somehow, maybe a shared link that leaked, maybe the cloud glitch, and someone had posted it under a generic title. Within twelve hours it had half a million views. Comments poured in about her tits, my size, how real and raw it looked. “Everything XL” was already in the tags someone had added.

Anna found out when a coworker sent her the link “as a joke.” She came home white-faced, phone in hand. I expected screaming. Instead she locked the door, dropped her bag, and pushed me onto the couch.“They all saw me taking that cock,” she said, voice low and shaky with something that wasn’t just anger. “Saw my ass bouncing. Saw you stretching me.” She pulled her skirt up, yanked her panties aside, and sat down on my already hardening dick in one drop. “Fuck… it’s still so thick.”

I grabbed her hips as she started riding me hard and fast, clothes still half-on. “You mad?”

“I’m soaked,” she moaned, grinding down. “Everyone watched you own my pussy. Now own it again.”

We fucked like that for almost an hour, her riding, then bent over the arm of the couch while I pounded her from behind, then on the floor with her legs over my shoulders. She kept looking at her phone between rounds, reading comments out loud in a breathless voice. “They love how big you are… how my tits bounce… how loud I get.” Each new line made her clench around me tighter.

By the time we finished, the view count had passed a million. Anna lay sprawled across my chest, cum leaking out of her, phone still in her hand. She deleted the original file from our devices, but the internet had already claimed it. We didn’t post another video. We didn’t need to. The one that got out was enough. Every time we fucked after that, she would whisper about the strangers who had watched, about how they saw every inch of me disappearing inside her, and it would push both of us over the edge faster and harder than before.