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The sun blared down, casting harsh shadows across the balcony tiles, as I watched him step out, his thick cock already hard and swinging freely. He was a tower of dark muscle, veins snaking up his arms, and a hungry look in his eye. I was perched on the edge of a planter, my legs spread wide, showing off my smooth, pale ass. He didn’t waste time, just grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, his massive dick sliding between my cheeks. I could feel every inch of his interracial hung raw meat, the heat of it, the pulse. He spat on his hand and rubbed it onto his shaft, using it to lubricate his cock before pushing it against my tight hole. I grit my teeth as he forced his way in, the burn intense, the stretch obscene. He started fucking me hard, his balls slapping against mine, the sound of our flesh connecting echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, the risk of being caught outdoors adding a dangerous edge to every brutal thrust.

I could feel his cock hitting deep inside me, the pleasure-pain of it making my vision blur. He reached around, his large hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, marking me as his. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He roared, his body tensing as he unloaded his hot cum deep inside my ass, the feeling of it filling me up, overflowing onto the tiles below. He pulled out, his cum dripping down my legs, a filthy reminder of our public balcony fuck.