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“Ugh……” Mike groaned as he spurted cum all over Tiffany’s face, her makeup long ruined and wiped off. “Oh that’s good. What a good cocksucker you are,” he sighed contentedly. It gave him immense satisfaction to see the woman naked on her knees and enthusiastically lapping up his seed with her finger. As a matter of fact, his cock did not deflate at all and remained hard for more.
The tired woman climbed onto the bed with her hookup, seemingly ready to lay down and call that a good fuck. But once she was on top of her man, Mike grabbed her thighs and turn her back so that he straight faced her behind.
“I wanna fuck your pussy,” Mike said huskily as he spread her tan labia apart to expose her contrastingly pink pussy.
“But I’m more of an ass girl I told you,” she whined, playfully, seemingly willing to keep going for her man.
“Nah it’s dirty, especially when bitches have a few drinks in ‘em.” Mike went ahead and inserted a finger in Tiffany’s pussy. She gasped.
“I don’t know I’m tired.”
Mike felt like she was trying his patience, and with his other hand gave her a sharp clap on the ass. “Hey!” Boy did he like that tanned jiggle. The bitch was a true model of the likes of Megan Fox.
“Girl what kind o’ crap are you pullin’ goin’ to a guy’s apartment and not give ‘im some pussy?” Mike impulsively licked a deep stripe over the pink folds in front of him, looking to faintly get her in the mood. There was no bad taste. So then why was the bitch cockblocking him?
Mike did not hear any more protest from her and so started quickly rubbing two fingers around her opening. In response the woman spread her thighs more and arched lower to give him better access to her pink hole. Mike felt her juices coating his fingers and smeared them around, a bit impatient. He heard Tiffany moan.
Wasting no time, he pushed a finger in to the hilt and slowly started pumping in and out of her.
“Oh yes. More!”
Mike was glad that she came into the mood again. He took his finger out and plunged back in with 2. In and out, in and out, soon forming a curled grip that brushed against her G-spot.
“Oh!”
“You want something bigger babygirl hmm? You want my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes please!” Tiffany mewled and shook her ass a bit lower, her folds brushing the tip of Mike’s cock.
Mike pulled his fingers away and started to man-handle her to face him. “Turn around.” He held her up a bit by her thighs so that she was straddling him with her front hole positioned over his cock.
Gripping himself by the base he helped lower the bitch onto his shaft, enveloping him in warm, wet heat.
He started sliding in and out slowly, but he felt something off……..
He felt heat, and wetness, but nearly no friction. He looked down at where their bodies were connected and focused on his senses. He was feeling the woman periodically clench around him.
In an effort to create friction, he gripped her firm and started thrusting hard into her. She gasped at the roughness so soon. Mike tried hard, fucking so fast and hard into her that the slaps of sweaty skin against skin filled the room. Borderline flying into the ceiling, the bitch had little agency over her movements as Mike treated her like a human fleshlight. But it was no use. Mike felt her pussy’s grip disappear and felt as if he were putting his dick in nothing more than a warm shampoo bottle. After about fifteen seconds of fast thrusting he stopped.
Mike took a few moments to catch his breath and looked over the bitch to scrutinize. “Girl what’s wrong your pussy? Were you trying to grip me the whole time?”
The bitch was biting her lip at being caught out in a lie. “Uh……I told you I was more of an ass person.”
“How many bastards have you really fucked? ‘Here and there’. More like the whole neighbourhood.” Mike all but flung the woman off him.
Disappointed, he got up and started to pace around the room in a sulking manner. His hookup Tiffany maintained an embarrassed pose on the bed, sitting with her knees up to her chest.
“I’m sorry. I can leave.” She started to get up, but Mike suddenly got an idea and lifted an authoritative finger to stop her.
“No.” He let a few moments pass to think his plan through. Slyly, he said: “I know a way to tighten that pussy of yours, if you can take it that is.” He quickly fetched a tie from his drawer stalked back to the woman.
“What are you doing -?” she cried. Her thighs bent backwards under her stud’s meaty hands. “Stop!” She tried to struggle but was no match for the massive weight on her.
“Shut the fuck up-“ Mike quickly gripped her arms to tie them against her knees so that she would remain in that exposed position, her ass and pussy on full display. Not too uncomfortable.
“Stop it I don’t want to play this game of yours -Mph!” Her mouth met the moist cloth of her own red panties that had tantilised Mike so as they were stuffed in her mouth.
Mike kneeled on the bed and hiked up the woman’s body so that her rump lay on his knees and raised even higher into the air. She wasn’t struggling. Mostly because Mike knew that doing so in that position would be painful.
Mike looked down at those pussy folds and spit on them. After swirling the mess onto her folds he plunged three of his thick fingers into her hole. In and out.
She groaned at the sudden intrusion.
“So how many cocks really been in your pussy? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty?” He looked down at his three thick fingers and started a twisting-scissoring motion to slide in and out. He gave another glob of spit to ease in a fourth finger. And he almost couldn’t believe the ease at which it slipped in.
Tiffany didn’t look to be in pain, but her eyes stayed wide in mortification as Mike pried deep, slow groans out of her.
“Maybe you like two cocks at once mm? Is that it? Or are you a size queen? How big do your fake cocks get?”
“Mmmm mmm……” the gagged bitch moaned through the taste and smell of her own panties.
“Well those cocks gotta be the size of a fist if you’re this loose. That’s what you really want huh? You want a fist? You’re gonna get a fist.”
Mike pulled out and spit more on the palm of his hand. Then he attempted to enter again and pulled his thumb as close to the rest of his fingers as possible. His palm easily breached the bitch, and moments later her cavity swallowed his hand whole and her luscious lips ended up wrapped around his wrist.
“Mnmhmn.”
“Yeah that feels good don’t it? That stuff you good?” Mike made miniscule thrusts with his fist, coaxing more moans from the bitch. But his cock twitched impatiently.
He pulled his hand away and reached under the bed for a box. Opening it was his womanly-shaped cock sleeve/fleshlight and lube. At least it never let him down. He squirted a lot of lubricant onto the doll and rubbed and smeared it all over with both hands.
“Your cunt’s too loose to give a man pleasure. So we’ll have to give you a new cunt,” he declared in a most diabolical fashion, and looked over to the bitch’s eyes wide as saucers.
Mike caressed and smeared more lubricant over the woman’s cunt before starting to twist, push and shove the fleshlight in. Oh her pussy could take it alright, take another pussy. First the stump of an arm, then the neck, then the other arm. The thigh, the other thigh.
Finally, Mike sat back and stroked his cock, admiring the beautiful sight of a pussy within a pussy.
“Now you’re tight. My tight mistress.”
He brought his rock hard cock to the cock sleeve and stuffed it in. It felt beautiful! The look on Tiffany’s face was beautiful too; wide-eyed and awestruck at the thrusts moving her body back and forth but that she couldn’t quite feel. Oh no, she could only feel the wet, squish of the fake pussy inside her large, loose, pussy.
Mike fucked her. He fucked her good. She didn’t feel no pleasure from it, but he fucked her good alright.