MoRgAsM....Quickie Quatre

He lifted me off the couch like I was the weight of a baby as I straddled my bare legs around his waist. He stood with my legs wrapped around his smooth chocolate back, his rough hands on my ass and my arms around his neck, he fu*k*d me. As Buju Banton played over the speakers in the early hours of the morning, he held me in those well-built arms and pounded his dick into me, taking everything I was trying to willingly give.

That sh*t had me so moist. He drilled his dick into me while he squeezed my ass. He leaned his torso forward, tilting me back just slightly and as I grasped his neck tighter in preparation, he picked up his pace even more, then switched to a slow screw, dick deep in pussy; contractions putting a chokehold on his throbbing stiffness.  

I was flowing. My body was engulfed in orgasm when he rested my back against the leather couch and slid back into me with ease. I watched him on top of me, gazed at his thick dick as he slid in and out between my exposed lips, glistening with more juices on each out-stroke. I squeezed his firm ass and drew him deeper into me as he breathed heavily on my neck.  

He grew. I felt him. His body tensed. He raised my legs over his shoulders, pushing knees damn near to ears. He stroked in and out between swollen slits, bulging arms caging my body but not taming my passion. My body floated beneath him, moving with his, enjoying every point of pressure and pleasure he expressed.  When he released his seeds, I felt the pulsating deep within and my walls encaged him as I climaxed for the uncounted time. I heard the relief of expelling lust and heat and tension as his body collapsed on to mine.