She pushed me against the wall the second the door shut, her full lips crashing into mine with zero hesitation. "I need that dick right now," she growled, her voice low and thick, hands already yanking at my belt. Her name was Lena, a thick black girl with deep brown skin that looked like it was made for sweat and moonlight, curves that didn't quit, and an attitude that said she fucked like she owned the night.
I grabbed her ass, squeezing those heavy cheeks through her tight dress, feeling the heat radiating off her. She dropped to her knees without another word, tugging my jeans down and freeing my cock. It sprang out hard as fuck, and she licked her lips. "Look at this big white dick," she muttered before wrapping those plump lips around the head and sucking hard. Her tongue swirled, wet and sloppy, taking me deeper until her throat squeezed the tip. Spit ran down my shaft as she bobbed, gagging just enough to make it nasty, her eyes watering but never breaking contact.
"Fuck, suck it like that," I groaned, gripping her short curls. She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to my cock, then licked from balls to tip before swallowing me again. Her hand stroked the base while she worked the head, moaning around it like she was getting off just from sucking.
I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the bed. That dress came up in one yank, revealing a bare, fat black ass and a shaved pussy already glistening. I slapped one cheek hard, watching it jiggle, then spread her open. "Damn, you're dripping," I said, dragging two fingers through her slick folds. She pushed back against my hand. "Quit teasing and fuck me."
I lined up and slammed in deep on the first thrust. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and wet, sucking me in. I started pounding, skin slapping loud and filthy, her ass rippling with every stroke. "Yes, fuck this black pussy," she moaned, pushing back to meet me. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit while I drove into her, balls slapping against her.
She came quick, pussy pulsing and flooding around my cock, but I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back, hooked her thick thighs over my shoulders, and buried myself again. Her tits bounced with every thrust, dark nipples hard. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out. "Harder," she demanded, nails digging into my back. I gave it to her, fucking like a machine, the bed slamming the wall.
Sweat poured off us. I pulled out and flipped her again, this time on all fours. I spread her cheeks and drove back in, watching my cock disappear into that soaked cunt. One thumb pressed against her tight asshole, teasing, then sliding in. She screamed into the mattress, coming again, her walls milking me.
I couldn't hold it. I yanked out, stroked once, and shot thick ropes across her ass and lower back, painting that dark skin white. She reached back and rubbed it in, then turned to lick the last drops from my tip.
We collapsed, breathing hard. But she wasn't done. "Round two in ten," she said, already stroking me back to life. Her fingers worked magic, and soon I was hard again. This time she rode me, that juicy pussy sliding up and down my shaft, her hips rolling in dirty circles. I slapped her tits and grabbed her waist, thrusting up to meet her. She leaned forward, feeding a nipple into my mouth while she ground down.
We switched positions all night, raw and relentless. Doggy, missionary with her legs pinned back, her on top grinding her clit against me. Every time she came, it was loud and wet, soaking the sheets. By the end, we were both spent, bodies tangled, her head on my chest, my cum still leaking from her.
She smiled up at me. "Best fuck I've had in months." I knew we'd do it again soon.
