I sit down on the black leather couch, adjusting my skirt and smiling excitedly as he sits down next to me. It takes everything I have not to stare at him as he sits there, his dark skin radiating warmth. I notice the bulge in his pants and my mind goes into the gutter.
Images flicker in my mind of my pale body being ravaged by that big beautiful Black cock, and I squirm in my spot as my core heats up and throbs with need. My hands find their way onto my chest, kneading my C-cup breasts and hardening nipples through my hoodie before his voice pulls me from my fantasy.
"How was your day?" He looks at me with a smirk.
I blush and clear my throat before answering, "My day was good, thanks. How was yours?"
"Mostly boring, but it was good," he replies. "But I am rather pent up." With that he gestures to that majestic bulge and leans back on the couch.
Unable to help myself, I get up and unzip his pants. I watch in awe as his dick springs out like a Jack-in-the-box, the smell of masculinity hitting me in the face as both sets of lips drool profusely. With one hand, I slowly stroke his shaft; with the other, I hike up my skirt. He watches with interest as I turn around, offering him the extent of my arousal. From between my slickened tree trunk thighs, my pudgy labia peek out as I drip onto the floor. I whimper with need, my dark hazel eyes pleading yet hungry.
"Take a seat," he chuckles, holding his cock steady in his left hand. His right hand grips my ass cheek firmly as I begin to lower myself. I let out a pleasured gasp as the head pops into my soaked womanhood, spreading my lower lips and stretching my pink hole. As I inch my way down his shaft, I let out another soft whimper of pleasure when his left hand joins his right in gripping my mountainous rear. "This is an ass made for fucking," he groans, squeezing my cheeks as he pulls me down with an upward thrust of his hips.
A whine bubbles up in my throat as I grip the arm of the couch with one hand and run the other through my pink hair, his deep brown manhood filling my quivering leaky faucet of a cunt.
As my porcelain-toned body trembles against him, he gives a low chuckle at the sensations, his hips eager to continue driving his cock deep inside of me. "Already leaking," he purrs. The tone is deep and filled with lustful mirth, his fingers sinking into my rear as he grips more tightly, grunting as our hips clap together. My eyes roll back in my head as my pussy continues to quiver and leak juices. I let out a sweet-sounding whimpering moan as the sound of our hips colliding fills the room.
"Fuck..." With how my juices leak onto his cock, his thrusts are smooth and powerful as he slams into me at a steady tempo, like a well-oiled machine. His left hand moves around my body to grab my breasts as his right hand instead delivers a sharp, quick slap before going back to firmly squeezing down.
"P-please..." I beg as he slams into me, grasping his left hand, more little moans and whines leaving my lips. My clitoris throbs like a little hummingbird's heart as I lean back slightly, feeling him rub against my G-spot. The pleasure and lust build up within me, and I can tell I'm close. Just a little more...
"Please what?" he teases. I can almost hear the smirk widening upon his lips as my hand covers his left, trapping it against my breast as he continues to plow into my dripping folds. His moans are low and soft, every sound tinged with a lust that only seemed to grow and mount.
"Please rub my... my clit... I'm so close!" I plead, blushing as I feel his cock hit my sweet spots so easily. My hole squeezes his length hungrily as I mewl in pleasure.