Out of Town Meeting

His hand was becoming sore and his dick was ready to explode. He grabbed her by the back of the hair and threw her on the bed. He stood over her, just staring at her. She was breathtaking. Her face was flawless and even through her haze of lust; she still had a look of sophistication. Her body had been sculpted to brown perfection and her dick was one any man would be proud to own.

“Turn over.” That was all he said and she complied.

She got up on her knees and looked back over her shoulder. She reached back with her manicured fingers and spread her cheeks. She made her hole wink at him and pleaded one more time. “Make it hurt Daddy. Shove that big dick in me and show me how a real man fucks. Ram my pussy until I can’t take it anymore. Use it, use me. Fuck me.” He words became an erotic chant, a mantra of sorts, urging him to go balls deep.

He pulled her ass open and spit on it. She moaned out and waited but she didn’t have to wait for long. He lined up the head of his dick with her hole and started pushing in. It was a lot tighter than he had expected. He thought he was going to be able to shove the entire length in in one stroke. In reality, her hole gripped him tighter than any ass he’d been in before, female or shemale.

Chantal braced her arms on the headboard and looked back. “What’s that matter, this pussy too much for you?”

That was all he needed. He pulled back, pulling out until just the head was still inside her, and rammed himself deep in her. Chantal let out a sexy moan and said, “YESSSS, more.” He built up a steady pace, pounding her, working it from side to side, deeper with each stroke. He was spanking her bubble butt hard and gripped her hips so tightly he left imprints in her skin from his nails digging into her flesh. Harder . . . he fucked. Harder still . . . she fucked back, grinding on his dick and doing magic with her pussy. He was sweating, his manly smell covering her perfume.