Her attire for the bash is white knee-high sweat-socks, a white crop top that reads FUCK THE PISS OUT OF ME in big bubble letters, and a pair of barely-there hot pink boy shorts that are choking the life out of her booty cheeks and will do little to protect those tender cheeks.
She stretches over his right knee and he gives her ass a hard Thwack, making it clench and succeeds it with a rub. The first one is just a wake-up call and him letting it know who's boss. For more fun and to prolong the foreplay, he dumps a mound of Shea butter oil on her semi-bare bottom mid ass-spanking - ruining his custom fitted slacks. But it's well worth every penny wasted and good to the oil's last drop. Watching her ass jiggle with every Thwack in oil drenched boy-shorts coupled with him already able to predict how good it's going to feel and taste when he fills it and eyeing it radiate lustrousness is almost better than the actual sex. As he picks up on his Thwackery, the vibrations from her ass travel straight to her clit and echoes deep down in her pussy.
"I'm almost there!" she says, creating an air of mystery and suspense in his mind. A few more Thwacks later, he sees the aftermath. He watches it run down her leg; she has just cum on herself. It's a Eureka! moment for him - a new discovery: a Thwack-gasm. The best thing since canned air! He can smell her wet, slick orgasm as her pussy throbs and quivers from the aftershocks of his mighty Thwacks. Her juices have just buttered her up for an extremely nice tonguing by a very present clit monster ready to go tongue-crazy.
Sick and tired of the horribly good foreplay, it's come/cum time to cut (fuck). He chews up the Jolly Rancher he's been oh-so-deliciously tongue fucking. Slowly, he pulls away her boy-shorts; her labia and a-hole pucker magnificently - fully bare-bottomed, post ass-spanking!
Unlike the inexperienced and timid, in contrast he gets a good grip on his (her ass cheeks at the moment) and licks the dog hell out of them! Copulating with her pussy and cheeks, he can taste her clit hard-on (yes, women get hard, too) as her wetness swarms his mouth. She is so wet, she's wet spelled with a 'dubya.' But he doesn't want her to cum in his mouth; instead, he wants it on his dick, so he stops. No good deed goes unpunished. And his Thwack-giving is rewarded in a big way. Dr. Nasty Mothafucka must endure the same heartless treatment that he unleashed in his Thwack-giving conquest.
On his back, as he has been so many times before waiting to receive a woman's blessings, she demonstrates her litheness, riding him while holding herself in the American splits. Into her juicy tunnel he proceeds, and before all of it is in her, he feels his explosions simmer, rising, about to detonate, but thankfully he doesn't and stays on schedule.
"Am I tight enough for you, Doctor?" she asks while flexing her inner vaginal walls.
"Yes," rolls off his lips so sensually.
"I better be, and you better not cum quick neither," she spits back at him ironically, slinging a little mud.
Dr. Nasty Mothafucka tries sooo hard not to, but he expels every bit of his passion inside her. A God-given giver (or GGG), it's not in his nature to be stingy; so after having gotten his, he's ready to give her another Thwack-gasm. (Wonder if that can be patented?)
Back over his knee, she bawls, "No, Doctor. My ass can take no more of your big, manly Thwacks!" then flashes an honest-to-goodness hard smile.
"Here it comes, and don't clench them this time," he warns.
Thwack...
