1. So I Had A Bad Day


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: ova9bbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    body. Your body's wetness betrays your own arousal at my treatment of you. Your soft, smoothly shaved pussy fits my dick like a glove. I feel you tremble and quiver against me. Your soft moans turn to cries of lust as tears pour down your cheeks at your response to this penetration. All the while your pussy gushes cream around my length, splashing against the car, my balls and fingers when I have released your hip to rub your clit instead. Feeling you explode, as you quiver and clench around me, I strangle my own cry of frustration and pride. Flipping you over, I slam back into you with one spearing thrust. Your juices still gush. Pounding you, I lift your knees onto my elbows. Next I grasp your sides just below those trembling breasts and sink even deeper into you. Making you writhe in pain, I stretch you even further. Your nails dig into my arms and shoulders, as the expulsion of cream on the metal trunk makes you slip and slide. Ceaselessly pounding you, I reach up and rip the forgotten panties from between your lips. I grin as you shriek your pleasure. Wrapping your legs around me, you pull m tightly to you. Mashing your plump lips to min, you rake your nails down my back; scratching, grasping and marking me. The sweat burns in those scratches as my tongue tangles with yours. I savour the taste of your pussy where your panties ...
    had been. Your pussy still gushes and clamps around me. In addition, your moans and cries echo in my mouth as I fucks you. Slamming you into the car has me rocking on my springs as I take out my day on your unwitting pussy. Finally, with a groan of relief, I explode inside you. Filling your sopping wet pussy with my warm cream, I saturate the deepest reaches of your ravaged pussy. I growl that with this much cum, you are sure to end up pregnant. Thrusting and grunting, I make you accept every drop, before pulling out and quickly redressing. You remain laying there with eyes closed. The tear tracks are visible on your flushed cheeks. Between your splayed thighs is the shimmery evidence of our mutual pleasure. I notice that your nipples are still hard. You turn your head and look at me, all big brown eyes and mussed up hair. Slowly you sit up, body bruised and aching from the pounding you just got. Still our eyes are locked with volumes comfortably unspoken between us. You lean your head against my shoulder. I rub your back gently, unsure what to say. Finally you speak, "You owe me a new shirt," you say, pouting, plucking at the frayed material. "It was mine anyway," I grin, relieved, kissing your temple. I put an arm around your waist. "Now, did you happen to bring money for the babysitter or do we need to hit the ATM on the way home?"
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