My Epic experience in Sierra Leone goes terribly wrong [Ebony]

In the sweltering heat of Sierra Leone, I found myself in a grimy, shadowed alcove, the stench of sweat and damp earth thick in the air. Natasha, a vision of dark curves and wild hair, straddled my lap, her breath hot on my neck. She ground her pussy against my thigh, the wetness of her arousal soaking through my pants. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?” she purred, her voice a low, husky growl. She reached down, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled out my cock, already hard and throbbing. She spat on her hand, rubbed it over my shaft, and then impaled herself on me, her tight, slick cunt swallowing me whole. She rode me hard, her hips bucking wildly, her tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back, and bit down on her neck, hard. She moaned, a guttural, animal sound, and increased her pace, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. I could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I reached between us, found her clit, and rubbed it roughly. She screamed, a primal, raw sound, and came, her body convulsing around me. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing deep inside her, filling her with my cum.

As she dismounted, I noticed the glint of a knife in her hand. “What the fuck?” I managed to grunt, still panting from the intensity of my orgasm. She laughed, a cold, harsh sound. “You think you can just fuck your way through Sierra Leone and get away with it?” she sneered, pressing the blade against my throat. “You’re in my world now, boy. And in my world, you pay for your pleasures.” I felt a sharp, searing pain as she sliced into my flesh, the warm trickle of blood running down my neck. The world spun around me as I realized that my epic experience in Sierra Leone had taken a terribly wrong turn.