The door swung open, revealing a delivery man standing on the other side, his uniform barely containing his muscular frame. He held a box that looked suspiciously like it held her late-night order. "Delivery for Brigitte," he said, his voice deeply resonating. Brigitte stepped aside, letting him in. As she closed the door behind him, everything seemed to move in slow motion. His hands reached out, pulling her softly to his firm body. "I think I know where this should go," she whispered, her voice breathless as she met his gaze. Before she knew it, her hands were pulling his cock out, hard and ready for her. She bent forward, offering her thick, natural bubble butt to him, feeling his large hands grip her soft curves. "Fuck me like the slut I am," Brigitte moaned, as he aligned himself, pressing against her wet and ready opening. In one swift thrust, he was inside her, the pleasure so intense that it left her crying out, her words a mix of desire and surrender.