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She didn't realise she could take so much until he slammed his dick into her arse with the force of hurricane Katrina. It belted into her like a force 12 and whirled into her brain, dizzying her into submission in seconds. His cock was enormous - ridiculously so. Although it felt like he was ripping her apart she gasped at each thrust, hoping -- wanting --wishing for more ... and more ... and more ...
and then she screamed it to him.
He heard her. At his call, the black dude he'd had in waiting entered the room. He was fully clothed. He eyes weren't focusing properly as she tried to see who was coming into this mentalness that was for this moment her word. She knew it was wrong but didn't care. The shape was one of deliciousness, and though she was aware in normal circumstances he might not be such a delicacy, right now, in the heat of this whirlwind fuck -- he was perfect. At the next thrust her throat let out an almost animal sound and the black guy took it as an invite. He started to disrobe, bit by bit, his clothes were disarmed -- and so was she. Every thrust was harder and better than the one before as she waited to see his monstrous cock. She'd read about black guys and she believed what she read. When his tool eventually emerged it was a blur -- until he rammed it hard into her mouth. She gagged but begged for more. The thrusting from behind soon became a partner to the thrusting from the front and she understood, at last, the term 'spit roast'. But when his cream eventually spurted like the rain on the heaviest monsoon recorded, she forgot. Coz not one bit was spilled, no a drop. And the term 'spit' roast, suddenly seemed, well ... silly :P
The Deep Diver she called him, and boy, she hoped he'd return |
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