Serendipity

Angela White rolls up almost two hours late for her blind date. Too damn bad—the dude bailed. But up at the sky bar she spots a pretty-boy loner with strong shoulders and a grin that says trouble. He buys the first round, they trade dirty jokes like they’ve known each other for weeks, and fifteen minutes later they’re already out of the elevator and into her condo. Her dress hits the floor. He tongues one of her heavy tits while she strokes his cock till it’s slapping against her belly, then crawls onto the bed with her ass high. He grabs a handful of cheeks, spreads her, and buries his face tongue-first into both holes. She groans loud, pushes back on his mouth, gets his chin soaking, then flips over and swallows him down like she’s starving—tongue flicking his head, spit dripping down his balls. Moments later she’s straddling him raw. Her pussy swallows every inch, lips stretched wide, and she rides in long grinds, tits bouncing in his face. He palms her throat, meets every bounce with an upward slam. Sweat shines on their skin. She spins around for reverse cowgirl, ass cheeks clapping, pussy bouncing wet. He leans up and fingered her clit until she trembles, creams, then keeps going—harder—until he fills her with two sharp loads back to back, both holes used, her smile wild.