PULL OVER THAT ASS TOO PHAT RIGHT NOW [Ebony]

In the grimy alley behind the warehouse, the sun beat down cruelly, but the heat was nothing compared to the inferno brewing between these two. He gripped her hips, those thick, luscious curves that had been driving him mad all day. “Pull that ass over here, right fucking now,” he growled, his voice a low rumble of lust. She complied, bending over the rusted metal barrel, her black dress riding up to reveal the plump, juicy cheeks of her ass. He couldn’t resist, smacking them hard, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. She yelped, but it was a yelp of pleasure, not pain. His fingers dug into her flesh, spreading her open, exposing her glistening pussy, ready and begging for his thick cock. He spat on her, the saliva mixing with her juices, making her even more slick. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muttered, rubbing his cockhead against her entrance, teasing her, making her whimper. He rammed into her hard, her body jerking forward with the force. She screamed, a raw, primal sound, her hands grasping at the barrel for support. He pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound wet and filthy. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it roughly. She bucked against him, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his body tensing as he filled her with his hot cum, her name a curse on his lips.

Her body shuddered, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her. He pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. She looked back at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, a smirk playing on her lips. “You liked that, didn’t you, you dirty slut?” he taunted, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. She bit her lip, nodding. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice breathy. He chuckled, his hand coming down on her ass again, a stinging slap that made her yelp. “Good girl,” he praised, his cock already hardening again, ready for another round. She pushed back against him, her body inviting, her eyes filled with lust. “Fuck me again,” she begged, her voice a whispered plea. He smirked, his hands gripping her hips, ready to take her again, to make her scream his name once more.