Chapter 6: The Hotel Part 2
"Paula, you're all kinds of sexy in that red thong," Carlton murmurs, his hands roaming over her body. "But before we go any further, I've got to ask - have you ever been with a black guy before?" Carlton's voice was low and husky, laced with a playful edge. His smirk was cocky, confident, as if he already knew the answer. Paula's cheeks flushed, her fingers tracing the lace of her thong nervously.
"No, never," she admitted softly. "But I've... I've wanted to. I've fantasized about it."
"Well, today's your lucky day, baby," Carlton said, his voice thick with lust. "I'm gonna make all your fantasies come true."
Paula, her heart pounding in her chest, looked up at Carlton, her eyes filled with desire. "Have you... have you been with any Indian girls before?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Carlton chuckled, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down Paula's spine. "No, baby, I haven't," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But I've always wanted to. An Indian girl like you, with that beauty and those curves... it's a fucking fantasy come true. I guess it'll be a first for both of us then."
He ran his hands over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the length of her thighs. Paula squirmed under his touch, her body responding to his every movement. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need.
He leaned down, capturing Paula's mouth in a kiss. His lips were soft yet firm, moving with a confidence that made Paula's heart race. She could feel the stubble of his beard against her skin, a stark contrast to Dave's smooth face. His tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers, as he deepened the kiss. Paula moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his, feeling the hard muscles of his chest.
Carlton's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He grabbed her thick, married ass, squeezing the flesh, making Paula gasp into his mouth. He picked her up, his hands under her thighs, spreading her legs wide as he carried her to the bed. Paula wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.
Paula's heart raced as Carlton picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She felt a thrill of excitement and a twinge of nerves. She had never been with a black man before, and the reality of it was both intimidating and exhilarating. She could feel the strength in Carlton's arms, the power he held, and it made her feel small and feminine. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw the hunger in his gaze. It sent a shiver of desire down her spine, and she leaned in, capturing his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down gently, her body stretched out beneath him, her breath coming in rapid gasps.
He started at her feet, his hands sliding up her calves, her thighs, until he reached the edge of her thong. He hooked his fingers into the lace, pulling it slowly down her legs, exposing her pussy inch by inch. Paula's breath hitched as he revealed more of her, her body writhing under his touch.
She couldn't believe how turned on she was, how much she wanted this. Her pussy was dripping wet, her panties soaked through. She could feel the cool air against her wet folds as he slowly pulled her thong down her legs. She lifted her hips, helping him slide them off completely.
Carlton threw the scrap of red lace to the side, his eyes never leaving Paula's body. He could see the glisten of her arousal on her inner thighs, the way her pussy lips were swollen and glistening. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing with need.
He wanted to take his time, to savor her, but he also wanted to claim her, to fuck her hard and make her scream his name. He mounted her, his big black body covering hers, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. He kissed her neck, his lips tracing a trail up to her ear, as she gasped and writhed beneath him. Paula's breath hitched as she felt the weight of Carlton on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy. She could feel the heat of him, the power, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She turned her head, her lips seeking his, and captured his earlobe between her teeth. She sucked gently, her tongue flicking out to taste him, and she heard him groan, his hips thrusting forward, grinding his cock against her.
Carlton's tongue explored Paula's breasts, tracing the curve of her full, round mounds, teasing her nipples, before moving to her other breast. He licked and sucked, his stubble grazing her soft skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. He lavished attention on her nipples, first one then the other, swirling his tongue around the tight buds, before sucking them into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth.
Paula arched her back, moaning, her hands holding him to her chest. "Oh god, Carlton, that feels so good," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound, before moving his mouth lower, down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel.
Paula squirmed, her hips lifting off the bed as he kissed a path down her stomach, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still. He paused at the top of her pussy, his breath hot on her clit, and looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face.
"Look at this pretty little pussy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "All wet and swollen for me. You want my tongue on it, don't you, baby?"
Paula moaned, her eyes locked onto his. Please. Lick it. Make me cum."
Carlton didn't wait for her to beg any further. He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue licking a long, slow stroke from the bottom of her slit to the top, where he circled her clit.
Paula gasped, her hips jerking up as he sucked her clit into his mouth, making her moan. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking against her clit, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place.
"Oh god, Carlton, that feels so fucking good," Paula moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body writhing beneath him. He could feel her throbbing against his tongue, her pussy getting even wetter as he pleasured her. He hummed against her clit, the vibrations sending her even higher, and he could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge.
He released her clit with a pop, making her whimper in protest. But he just chuckled, his voice thick with desire, before blowing cool air onto her wet flesh.
Paula whimpered, her hips bucking, trying to get him to go back to her clit. He laughed again, before diving back in, his tongue flicking rapidly against her sensitive nub.
Paula screamed, her back arching off the bed, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him in place. "Oh, fuck, Carlton, right there, don't stop," she panted, her hips moving in time with his tongue. He kept up the frenetic pace, his tongue flicking against her clit, driving her higher and higher. Her orgasm was Building, her whole body tensing in anticipation.
"Carlton, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," she chanted, her voice rising with each word. He just sucked harder, his tongue swirling around her clit, his lips making slurping noises against her wet flesh.
Paula's hands dropped to her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples, the sensation sending electric shocks straight to her core. "Oh god, yes," she panted, her hips moving in time with his tongue. "Suck it, suck it hard. I'm so close, so fucking close."
Carlton could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling faster, determined to make her come undone. He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto her tits, watching as she squeezed and pinched her nipples. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, so wanton and wild, was almost enough to make him blow his load right then and there. But he held back, wanting to see her come first, wanting to feel her pussy explode on his face."
That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Let go. Cum all over my fucking face. Give it to me."
Paula's body tensed, her hips lifting off the bed as she chased her orgasm. She could feel it building, the pressure inside her growing and growing until it was almost too much. She pinched her nipples harder, the pain sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit pulsing, and then, with a scream, she came undone.
"Oh, god, Carlton, I'm so close," Paula panted, her body tensing as her orgasm approached. "I can feel it, I can feel it coming." Carlton looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and sucked her clit harder, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bud. Paula's hands flew to her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples, the sensation sending electric shocks straight to her core. "Oh, fuck, Carlton, right there, don't stop," she chanted, her hips moving in time with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm building, her whole body tensing in anticipation. "Carlton, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," she cried out, her voice rising with each word. He just sucked harder, his tongue swirling faster, determined to make her come undone. Her body tensed, her back arching off the bed, and with a scream, she came, her pussy throbbing and pulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel her juices gushing, coating Carlton's face as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering, panting mess. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body spent and satisfied, a smile of pure bliss on her face. "Oh, god, Carlton," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming. "That was... that was incredible
," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming her orgasm. "I've never come that hard before."
Carlton grinned up at her, his face glistening with her juices. "Fuck, baby, you taste amazing," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I could eat that pretty little pussy all day."
Paula blushed at his words, but she felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She loved hearing him talk about her like that, loved the way he made her feel. She reached down and touched him, her fingers wrapping around his thick, hard cock.
Carlton's size was not the largest she had experienced. The tall Sikh man she had dated before Dave possessed a considerable endowment, and her Indian ex-boyfriend, Vivek, was nearly as well-endowed. However, those men only out it in her mouth. Dave, on the other hand, was the first and only man to have taken her in a way that was both intimate and deeply personal. The thought of welcoming Carlton's big black dick into her married pussy filled her with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. The memory of Dave's gentle yet firm touch lingered in her mind, a silent reminder of the pleasure and vulnerability that came with such an act. As she lay there, her heart pounded in her chest, a symphony of nerves and excitement playing out in her mind.
She had come undone under his expert tongue, her orgasm crashing over her like a tsunami, leaving her breathless and spent. But she wasn't finished yet. Not by a long shot.
Carlton crawled up her body, his thick, muscular frame covering hers. He was a wall of black muscle, his skin glistening with sweat and her juices. He looked down at her, his dark eyes gleaming with lust and desire. He was a predator, and she was his prey. And she was more than ready to be devoured.
He gently grabbed her by the neck with authority, though not tightly enough to cut off her airway. Paula was quickly reminded of who the boss is, and she relished being handled like slut. His slut. Carlton mounts Paula, placing his rock-hard cock on top of her pussy. He rubs it on her clit, teasing her in a way that almost seems cruel. Knowing that he has what she wants, he wants to hear her beg, which he knows she will, judging by the fact that her brown cunt is already turning the sheets into a puddle. ‘’You ready to be with a black guy?’’ he says calmly.
“You ready to be with a black guy?"
Paula gazes up at Carlton, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. She nods, biting her lower lip. “Yes, I'm ready,” she whispers.
Carlton's eyes darken, and he grips her neck tighter, his thumb pressing into her skin. “Say it,” he commands, his voice low and demanding. “Say you want this black cock inside your married pussy.”
Paula's breath hitches, and she swallows hard.
She looks up into Carlton's dark eyes, feels the weight of his body on hers, the heat of his skin against hers. She can smell him, a mix of sweat and musk and something else, something uniquely Carlton. She loves it.
"I want it," she whispers, her voice barely above a moan. "I want your black cock inside my married pussy. I want you to fuck me, Carlton. I want you to make me come again and again."
Carlton's grip on her neck tightens slightly, his thumb pressing into her skin. He leans down, his lips brushing against hers.
"Good girl," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You're gonna take every inch of this black cock, aren't you, Paula? You're gonna take it all."
He rubs his cock against her pussy, the head of it sliding through her wetness, coating himself in her juices. She's so fucking wet, so ready for him. He can feel her pussy throbbing, begging for him.
"Yes," she moans, her hips lifting to meet his. "I want it. I want you.
‘’Please, Carlton, please fuck me, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you, please make me cum.’’ That’s all that he needed to split her open right down the middle. They both watched from their respective positions as his big black cock disappeared beyond her brown pussy lips. Paula’s eyes went wide as it stretched her out upon impact, he was met with resistance right away, but he continued to force it in as her moaning wenr from whimpering to panting. He bottomed her out without his balls touching her skin, she tried to adjust, but she could feel him in her stomach. Her toes curled she gripped handful of the covers in each fist, and her mouth never closed as she looked at him with a ‘’what are you doing to me?’’ expression. As she withered around his girth, he seized her by the ankles, giving himself leverage to pull out so that he could slam back inside. The entire bed shook as he crashed into her, and with every thrust, he picked up steam, hitting her harder and faster to their mutual satisfaction.
Paula kept a pillow within reach, knowing two things right away, that she’ldneed it as a muzzle, and that she was going to be sore for tomorrow, and probably the day after that. Everything about Carlton was professional, including his sex game. Paula was almost embarrassed at how fast he made her cum. He never let up as her pussy gushed with nectar and her body contorted, it’s a sight that only made him want to lay the wood into her even more. Putting the full force of his hips & ass into his strokes, he delivered blows that nearly make her faint. Letting go of her ankles, he placed his fists at her sides, adding a curve to his delivery. His chest pressed against her tits, he kisses her as he grinds into her, and Paula couldn't’t help but wrap herself around him. They fucked in the missionary position until he practically banged her imprint into the mattress, the springs were tested with a velocity that is foreign to them, and Paula could barely savor one orgasm before he beat another out of her married pussy.
Paula's mouth never closed as she looked at him with a "What are you doing to me?" expression. Her head was spinning, her body was on fire, and she could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her, owning her. She had never felt anything like this before, never been taken like this, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Carlton looked down at her, a wicked grin on his face. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "You like feeling this big black cock inside your married pussy?"
Paula gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Carlton, I like it.
I like feeling your big black cock inside my married pussy," Paula gasped out, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to thrust into her. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, owning her.
Carlton's big black dick went in and out of Paula's married pussy with a symphony of wet, sloppy noises. The thick head of his cock parted her lips with a slick, squelching sound, followed by the steady rhythm of his hips as he thrust in and out. The sound of their bodies coming together was a wet slap, the sound of skin on skin, punctuated by the occasional squelch as her pussy released some of the wetness that coated his cock. The sound of her juices, thick and slick, coated his cock, making the friction smooth and easy, allowing him to slide in and out with ease. The sound of their pleasure filled the room, a testament to their growing arousal.
"Oh, Paula, your tits, they're bouncing, baby, they're bouncing so good," Carlton groaned, his eyes locked onto her chest as he thrust in and out of her. With each movement, her brown 36DD breasts bounced and jiggled, the flesh quivering with the impact. He could see the way they swayed and shook, the way her nipples hardened and pointed towards him. He reached out, grabbing one of her tits, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he continued to fuck her. The sight of her tits bouncing, the feel of them in his hand, it was all too much.
Carlton leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to do whatever the fuck I want with." His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Paula moaned, her body arching up to meet his, her nails digging into his back. "Yes," she whispered back, her voice thick with desire. "I'm yours, Carlton.
All yours," Paula moaned, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to thrust into her. Carlton leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts growing more intense, more demanding. Paula's body arched up to meet his, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks that she knew would be there for days. The sight of them would remind her of this moment, of his body on hers, his cock inside her.
Carlton's balls slapped against her married asshole with every deep thrust, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room.
Paula gasped at the sensation, her body tensing and then relaxing as she adjusted to the new feeling. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body. She looked up at Carlton, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration. "Carlton, your balls... they're on my ass," she whispered, her voice barely above a moan.
Carlton grinned down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "That's right, baby," he growled. "I'm claiming every inch of you. You're mine." He reached down, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. He knew he was leaving marks, knew that she would see them in the mirror tomorrow and remember this moment, remember him.
Carlton's balls, heavy and full, slap against Paula's married asshole with each deep thrust. The sound is wet and rhythmic, the smack of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. Paula can feel the impact, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body. She can feel the heat of his balls, the way they leave a trail of wetness on her skin. She can see them, too, the way they bounce and slap against her, the way they glisten with her juices. The sight of it, the sound of it, the feel of it, it's all too much, too intense, too fucking hot.
She felt his balls swing against her ass with each thrust, and she loved every second of it. The sight of his sweat pouring down onto her chest as he hammered her is one that Paula won't soon forget.
"Don't fucking stop!" Paula screamed as she bucked her hips towards him, desperate to cum one more time before he pulls out to coat her body with his load.
She wrapped her legs around him as he continued to ram into her cunt, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out in the room.
Carlton's eyes locked onto Paula's as he pistoned in and out of her, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine.
Paula's hips matched his thrust for thrust, meeting him with equal intensity. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, their heavy breathing, and the creaking of the bed as it bounced on the springs create dan erotic symphony that fills the room.
Paula perceived him quicken his speed, and struggling to contain her screams, she snatched the pillow from the bed and landed it on her face just in time. Her collarbone collidesd with the pillow as her moans escaped forcefully, shaking the pillows on the other side of the bed. She raisesdher hand and grips onto Carlton's forearms as he continued to pound into her, and she held on for dear life as the earth beneath her crumbled.
Paula, as she lay beneath Carlton, his big black cock filling her married Indian pussy for the first time, felt a mix of emotions. There was excitement, of course, the thrill of the forbidden, the taboo. She had never been with a black man before, and the reality of it was both intimidating and exhilarating. She felt a pang of guilt, too, knowing that she was betraying Dave, her loving husband who had given her permission for this very encounter. But she pushed that thought aside, focusing instead on the pleasure that Carlton was giving her. She felt alive, desired, wanted in a way that she hadn't felt in a long time. She thought about Dave, about how he had encouraged her to do this, to explore her fantasies. She wondered what he was thinking, if he was imagining her with Carlton, if he was as turned on as she was. The thought of him watching, of him knowing that she was sucking another man's cock, only served to heighten her own arousal. She moaned louder, her body arching into Carlton's as he continued to fuck her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came undone in his arms.
"Oh fuck me, Carlton! Oh God, keep going! I can't take it!" She screamed, the pillow muffling the intensity of her ecstasy.
Her body trembled uncontrollably as became almost too much to bear. Each thrust of his hips sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her veins, and she felt herself clenching around him, trying to prolong the rushedendo as the sweetness of her climax threatened to overwhelm her.
She threw the pillow aside and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her as she locked eyes with him. Paula's mouth found his, and as they passionately kissed, their tongues danced together, tangling in a sweet battle for dominance.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Paula screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt herself being swept away by a tidal wave of pleasure.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami, almost violent in its intensity. She bucked and writhed beneath him, unable to control the spasms of ecstasy that coursed through her body. She had no control.
Carlton felt her married Indian cunt clenching around him, the tight embrace of her pussy driving him wild with desire.
Carlton’s balls by now were so full of jizz that his head was perpetually leaking. ‘’You ready?’’ he asked aggressively and uncharacteristically. Paula could only nod, confirming that she wass more than ready for the first round to be over. “Where do you want it?”
Paula was so overwhelmed with ecstasy it’s a miracle she could muster out an answer. “My tits.”
That’s all Carlton needed to hear. He pulled out of her heavenly pussy reluctantly as Paula pushed her married tits together. She knew the drill. With a rack like hers she’s had to become an expert at catching hot loads of cum on her big brown tits. While a few guys over the years opted for her mouth, face or ass, her tits were the most obvious and tempting target.
In a flash Carlton jerked his cock furiously, and he let out the roar of a lion as thick sticky globs of white jizz shot out of the tip of his cock, landing all over Paula's big brown tits. He came for a solid thirty seconds, it seemed endless to them both, and by the end of it, her tits were completely painted white as he slung every last drop onto them. They could even hear the sound of the jizz landing on her chest.
Convinced he was done cumming Carlton moved over to Paula’s head and offered her his cock again. While still holding her cum drenched tits with her hands (also with their fair share of cum-even her wedding ring was covered) Paula took his cock back in her mouth to clean him. For a solid minute she serviced his dick hands free while covered in his cum, tasting the last few drops of his cum in her married mouth.
When he eased himself out, she raised her head up and licked the last bit of cum off his shaft, leaving it as clean as new.
Sated and satisfied, Paula nestled in his arms as he cast a protective gaze over her while they caught their breath. The scent of sex and man filled the place as they admired each other. The encounter took a turn towards tender as they kissed lazily, and Carlton ran his fingers through her shiny dark hair.
"You're a fun girl.
A gorgeous, sexy, willing-to-do-anything-for-a-good-time slut," Carlton growled, his voice low and deep, sending shivers down her spine.
Paula threw her head back, a toasted brown curls dancing across her shoulder blades. "I am your slut now, Carlton," she whispered.
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Paula's big brown married Indian tits glistened with Carlton's thick, white cum, the streaks and globs coating her smooth, dark skin. Her nipples, already hard and sensitive, were now coated in the sticky fluid, the tips glistening and wet. The cum clung to her skin, stretching and thinning as she moved, leaving a trail of white in its wake. Her ring-adorned hand, still cupping her tits, was also covered in cum, the white liquid coating her fingers and palm, making them slick and shiny. The sight of her, covered in another man's cum, was both degrading and exhilarating, a testament to the passion and intensity of their encounter.
Paula's big brown Indian tits were a mess, coated in layer after layer of Carlton's thick, creamy cum. The streaks and globs glistened in the soft light of the hotel room, some already starting to drip down her chest. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, were completely covered, the tips disappearing into the white liquid. The sight of her, marked and claimed by another man, was both degrading and incredibly hot.
Paula looked down at her chest, her eyes widening at the sight of the thick, white streaks of cum covering her tits. She laughed, a surprised and slightly embarrassed sound. "Wow, that's... that's a lot of cum, Carlton."
Carlton grinned, looking down at her with satisfaction. "You bring it out of me, baby. I can't help it." He reached out, running a finger through one of the streaks, lifting it up to show her. "Look at that, even your wedding ring is covered."
Paula blushed, looking down at her ring. "Dave's going to kill me," she said, laughing. "He's going to know exactly what I've been up to."
Carlton chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. "Let him. Let him know that you're mine now, even if it's just for tonight."
Carlton said, his voice smoldering with ownership. "I want him to see the marks I've left on you, the way your pussy is swollen and glistening with my cum."
Paula's cheeks flushed at the thought, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her. She had never spoken to Dave about her adventures, but the idea of him knowing, of him seeing the evidence of her transgressions, sent a thrill through her.
"Oh, god, Carlton," she murmured, her voice hoarse with desire. "That's so fucking dirty."
Carlton grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction.
Paula, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, thought about how she had always fantasized about being with a black man. She had grown up in a conservative Indian household, her parents strict and traditional. They would never have approved of her being with a man like Carlton, and the thought of their disapproval sent a thrill of rebellion through her. She had always been a good girl, always done what was expected of her. But this, this was for her. This was her choice, her desire, and she wasn't going to let anyone take that away from her. She looked up at Carlton, her eyes filled with a newfound confidence. "I've always wanted a black man," she said, her voice steady and sure. "I just never thought I'd have the courage to go for it. But here we are." Carlton chuckled, breaking the spell. He leaned over, planting a soft kiss on Paula's forehead before sitting up. "Hold on a sec, baby." He got up from the bed, his muscular body glistening with sweat and their combined juices. He walked over to the bathroom, giving Paula a view of his tight, round ass and the stretch marks that crisscrossed his back like a roadmap. He was a work of art, a living, breathing sculpture that she couldn't get enough of.
He came back a moment later, a towel in his hand. "Here you go," he said, sitting down next to her on the bed. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Paula smiled gratefully, taking the towel from him. She lifted it to her chest, wiping away the thick, sticky layers of cum that coated her 36 DD tits.
Her fingers became soaked in the process, trapping the warm fluid against her skin. Without hesitation, she brought them to her mouth, licking the cum off her fingers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The salty, slightly bitter taste of Carlton's cum hit her tongue, and she moaned softly, savoring the flavor. She had rarely swallowed a man's cum in the past, usually because it was just precum or a guy came in her mouth without warning, but there was no turning back now. She sucked her fingers clean, every last drop, before looking up at Carlton with a wicked grin.
She knew he was watching her every move, so she took her time, ensuring he got the full show. Her tongue swirled around her ring finger, making sure to get every bit of cum that had managed to find its way into the crevices of her jewelry. A soft moan escaped her lips as she savored the taste, and she could see the effect it was having on Carlton. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
"You like that, don't you?" she teased, her voice a low purr. "You like watching me lick your cum off my fingers. You like knowing that I'm tasting every last drop of you."
Carlton's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense and predatory. "You're a dirty girl, Paula," he growled. "A dirty, married slut who likes to play with fire.
And big dicks," Paula corrected Carlton, her voice laced with a mix of defiance and desire. "I like big dicks and hot guys, Carlton. You fit the bill, don't you?"
She ran her hand up Carlton's muscular thigh, her touch teasing and taunting, before giving his still semi-hard cock a gentle squeeze. "I've always loved big dicks, the way they stretch me, the way they make me feel so full. And you, Carlton, you're bigger than any man I've ever been with. You're a challenge, and I love a good challenge."
Carlton's eyes darkened at her words, his cock twitching in her grasp. "Is that right?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can handle this big black dick, little girl?
After tasting every drop of my cum, you're still hungry for more?" Carlton's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes locked onto hers.
Paula licked the last bit of cum off her wedding ring, her tongue swirling around the band, tasting every last drop of Carlton's salty sweetness. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and desire.
"I should have just cum in your mouth," Carlton said.
"Would you have let me, you dirty slut? Would you have swallowed every last drop of my cum?"
Paula's eyes widened at the crude words, but her body reacted to the filthy language, a wave of heat rushing between her legs. She felt her pussy throbbing, her body eager for more. "Yes," she whispered. "I would have swallowed it all, Carlton. Every last drop."
Carlton's cock twitched in her hand, growing harder and bigger. "Fuck, you're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he said, his voice thick with lust and desire.
After cooling down a bit, they laid together in a cuddle. Paula to his right with her right arm across him while he held her with his right arm. Her breasts pressed firmly against his body. She felt his muscles as she thought of what just happened. She slept with-no she fucked-another man. She, a married woman, who had never once cheated on a partner. Sure she had a hall pass and encouragement from her husband but this was still blowing her mind. She didn’t just fuck another guy, she seduced him and sucked his dick. She let him cum all over her like a whore.