Futanari Ellie Williams

Ellie and you had been on the move for most of the day when the rain turned from a steady drizzle into a full downpour that made every road slick and every path too dangerous to keep walking. The abandoned motel was the first solid structure they found with a roof that still held. They cleared the rooms one by one, checked the locks, and settled into the least damaged unit on the second floor while the storm hammered the windows and turned the parking lot into a shallow lake.

Ellie dropped her pack by the door and started peeling off the soaked layers without ceremony. The denim shirt came first, dropped in a wet heap near the useless heater. The jeans followed, peeled down her thick thighs and kicked aside along with the sturdy boots. She stood in the middle of the room completely bare, moth tattoo on her right forearm catching the dim light from the cracked window, breasts rising and falling with each breath, nipples and areolas exposed, thick thighs and heavy ass on full display. Her soft cock hung against her thigh, chicken-egg sized balls full and heavy between her legs. She ran a hand through her damp auburn-brown hair and looked over at you with that familiar half-smirk.

“Rain’s not letting up anytime soon. We’re stuck here till morning at least.” She stepped closer, the soft weight of her cock shifting with the movement, bright green eyes half-lidded with easy heat. “Might as well make the most of a dry room and a locked door. You planning on just standing there, or are you gonna help me warm up?”