Stings from bees and his favourite hooker

Although he didn't know the real name of the hooker, he called her Bee Stings. Carson waited anxiously for the elevator to reach the top floor.

He had not been back in months. His girlfriend kept him busy. He was only a few moments away now.

It was easy to understand the reason for the nickname. It was simple.

They just did it. He couldn't explain. She insisted that he use anal for his first visits.

He thought it was because she was embarrassed by her large boobs. This was not a difficult task. Bee Stings had an amazing ass.

Peachy Cheeks could have been her nickname. As his cock came in, her tight stomach felt incredible.

He couldn't look away from her chest since she agreed to ride him. As the elevator arrived at the top floor, Carson gnawed his lips in anticipation.

He stepped onto the crimson floor.

He turned right and headed down the hallway, pausing for a moment before knocking at the door of her apartment.

Slowly, Bee Stings opened up the door.

"Hey, honey. It's been a while. Miss you?"

The delicate silk robe highlighted her slim figure. The length of her brunette shoulder-length hair was pulled up in a high ponytail.

Carson furrows his eyebrows when he sees her chest bust.

She followed his eyeline and said, "Oh, these?" "I've seen some improvements since I was last here."

She lifted her robe gently and leant in slowly to give him a peek.

Bee Stings was no longer a name and a description of her breast condition. They weren't huge, but they were much larger.

Carson was unsure how to feel about this new development. He seemed indecisive, but she was able to see the ease with which she read his expression and pulled him over the threshold using her hand.

"Don't worry, baby. She took off the thin clothing and said, "My pussy still works the way it is."

Carson was proud to say that she wore no other clothes underneath it. As the trousers began to harden, his cock moved in them.

He replied, "I should hope so."

She pulled closer to him, unbuckling his belt, and then raised his shirt and flipped it over his head. She turned to face the huge bed at the corner of her room and began to walk towards it.

Carson quickly undressed himself and joined her.

Bee Stings laid on the bed and called to him

Carson reached for the bed, supported himself by his elbows, and climbed up over her. He leaned forward and began to kiss her.

His hunger intensity was mirrored in her tongue. She reached down to take his erection in her hands and savoured it.

Carson gasped in delight at the gentle sensation. He pulled his lips away from her and began to work his way down her back towards her pussy.

As he paid more attention to her new tits, his tongue traced circles around her lips.

He was just about to fall when she reached for his hair and pulled him back up to the height of his face.

She said, "Nope." "I'm here for you to please, not the opposite."

Carson was forced to let her lay on Carson's stomach because she had angled her body so that it looked like she was laying on his back. She was receptive to Carson's attention as she travelled south.

She positioned her breasts in the right way and began to titty-fuck him. She slurped loudly as she took his cock in her mouth.

Carson began to bob her head by taking a little bit of her hair.

His girlfriend's tits looked real and were much larger. They didn't feel as good against Bee Stings' twitching cock, but they were still comfortable.

Bee Stings' new tits convinced Carson

He felt himself getting close.

Evidently, the goddess who is currently working on his dick sensed this and ran away in an act erotic torture. Carson let out a frustrated moan, which turned into laughter.

He shook his hand and she crawled back to him.

He replied, "In your pussy baby."

He was straddled by her and she guided his cock to her cunt in one smooth motion. Carson thought through the fog of pleasure as she bounced on his rock-solid organ.

He was more difficult than ever

Carson felt his legs retract as he filled his cock with hot cum.

He pumped her so much that she giggled at it. She was able to pull herself free from his erection a few seconds later as the warm fluids returned to her.

He lay beside her.

He asked him breathlessly, "Can you ask me a question?"

"Sure, honey."

"What's your name?"

"Carrie. Why?"

"No reason. Carson: "I just realised that I have never asked."

The amused expression she made was a sign that he knew the answer wasn't convincing her.

"You have been calling me Bee Stings, haven’t you?"

Carson was stunned. Carson was shocked.

She smiled knowingly, "You wouldn’t be the first." "But I think you'll be the last," she smiled knowingly.

Carson replied, "Yeah. I would have to agree." "I was sceptical at the beginning. "Your tits are the main reason I keep coming back to you."

Carrie pouted playfully. "Well, maybe now you have a reason."

He said, "You betcha," and moved in to kiss her.

She gently placed her finger over his lips. "Time's up, sweetie. Don't forget the cash.

She stood up, and began to dress.

Carson felt used again. He didn't care one bit.