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Life After the Divorce: The Next Chapter
Date: 7/11/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: Soccermom, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories
back and forth on my chest. Looking up into Carl’s face, I could see he was getting ready to cum. Knowing he was finally getting ready to blow his load, mixed with the hard deep thrust of his black meat into me, and brought me to the brink of my fourth orgasm. With that Carl clinched his teeth, closed his eyes tight, and moaned loudly as he thrust hard and deep into me. Feeling his cock throb and pulsate as he filled me with his hot thick creamy cum! Carl’s excitement brought me to another orgasm, this one stronger and longer than any of the previous three releases of the evening. My cunt was overflowing as his seed oozed out of my gaping hole trickling down the crack of my ass and pooling on the sheets below me. Carl fell onto the bed next to me as we both lay motionless next to each other. Not saying a word our heavy breathing filled the bedroom. As I started to come back to reality I couldn’t believe the night I just had with this wonderful lover. Feeling obligated to him after giving me so many orgasms I wanted to show him how much I loved it. Words couldn’t have expressed it so I leaned over took his cock again into my mouth and sucked him clean. He loved it this extra attention. I guess it was something that not many women had done for him, but as I said before, I do so love to suck cock and have no qualms to use my mouth to clean a man’s cock of our mixed excretions, after we have fucked. It is just so deliciously dirty; I love it. After I made sure he was totally ... cleaned I moved up next to Carl. He wrapped his strong muscular arm around me as he held me and I lay snuggled up to him our sweaty bodies together as one, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the early hours of the morning, I woke up and quietly started to get dress to leave. Thinking to myself this is just like one of the sluts in the movies sneaking out after a hard fuck. Carl’s voice startled me, when he told me I didn’t have to leave, and I could stay as long as I wanted. I crawled back onto the bed, kissed him on the lips softly and thanked him for a wonderful evening, but I did have to go because I had early morning plans and needed to get home. As much as I wanted to ask if I could see him again, I restrained myself from asking. Not sure why, but maybe I was afraid he would tell me no, or maybe for the first time tonight, I was being a lady and waiting to be asked. Either way, I was thrilled when he then asked me if he could see me again. He barely got the words out of his mouth when I screamed, “Yes,” back at him. He asked me to leave my number on the tablet next to the bed and he would give me a call. As I got dressed and left the apartment, I was walking on air because he wanted to see me again. However, it was short lived when I realized walking back to my car that was my first “walk of shame.” I quickly dismissed those feelings, not caring, since that amazing fuck was well worth any embarrassment. Once home I realized that I was so totally worked up as I thought ...