Booty Call: Part 1

Karlee didn’t bother with subtlety. She hit up Rob with one straightforward text—the boyfriend was out and she was aching bad. He caught on fast. Showed up already sporting that fat black half-chub she’d been bragging about to her friends. Karlee dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, hauled out his heavy piece, and went to work like she hadn’t tasted dick in years. Thick slobber ran down her wrist while she nursed that shiny crown, tongue flat and filthy, gagging every few pumps to stretch her throat wider. Rob let her drool, then yanked her up by the hair and marched her to the bedroom. Shoved her face down, yanked the thong aside, slammed the whole meaty length straight into that slick cunt. Karlee squealed straight into the pillow, hips bucking back like her body was trying to swallow him. He just planted his palms and pounded, knocking deep, load-carrying strokes that slapped her ass every time he bottomed out. She came hard the first time barely a minute in, gushing around that fat pipe, but he stayed buried and kept slamming. Second orgasm hit fast—her thighs spasmed, juices running down to her knees—and still he stayed steady, grinning while she babbled and clawed the sheets. By the third, Karlee was screaming, squirting in short rhythmic jets, ring cinched tight around his shaft. Finally he wrenched out and plastered her hole, filling her so full the creamy overflow pulsed down her legs every time she twitched.