But the other men had things to do as well. In the picture meant for Alina there were four figures at once, and the blonde, aroused to the limit and still denied an orgasm, was glad to be the center of attention. Unlike her friends, she wasn’t in a hurry to undress, because she knew how attractive she looked in her trashy bodysuit with a high ponytail and heels that made her ass even more appealing. Trying her best to match the picture, the beauty arched her back again, taking up the already familiar sexy pose, only now she used the coffee table instead of the floor. She didn’t bend her legs, fully matching the porn art on the screen, and now her ass was available to all comers — as was her pussy, whose juices ran down the inside of her thigh in such quantities that a little puddle formed by her feet.
Tyrell took his place at Alina’s ass — despite his calm appearance, he’d clearly been disappointed when they were interrupted, and he was pleased to have the chance to continue playing with the girl’s anal hole. Alina felt the man again push aside the fabric keeping him from her little holes, and then, groaning loudly, the girl felt how much nicer it was to feel with her holes not her husband’s six-inch cock, but the huge Black almost twelve-inch cock of a muscular African male.
The girl clutched the table with her fingers and was about to close her eyes in pleasure, but two cocks appeared right in front of her face — Prince’s and Lamar’s. The men didn’t want to stand idly by either. Besides, watching Tyrell play his cock over the blonde’s anal hole, both Prince and Lamar got good and turned on, and their huge endowments stood in all their glory, letting Alina, whose face was just two inches from them, take a good look.
Prince’s cock, in contrast to its owner, was thin but incredibly long — even longer than Tyrell’s. And Lamar’s? It was the biggest in the room — longer than anything she’d ever seen, a full foot of cock that made her throat clench just imagining what it would feel like buried inside her. The girl’s mouth filled with saliva on its own, and staring at the juicy heads of the black cocks with lube gleaming on their tips, Alina could think only of their taste. Meanwhile the caress on her sphincter didn’t stop, and from the realization that the men were using her as a sex toy, the girl finally felt her pussy begin to contract, and a fiery storm of pleasure spread through her body.
“Fuck!” she groaned, collapsing chest-first on the table. She had never felt anything like it — her sex burned with passion and, despite the orgasm, the blonde wanted more. She felt the need to cum again, and again, and again… As if she were afraid that if she didn’t use the chance now, she’d never cum again at all. Maybe, deep down, the fair-haired beauty understood that her husband’s little cock could never give as much pleasure as the huge black cock of a real man. Alina ached with the need to continue this insane game; she wanted to get as much pleasure as the night would allow. And it did allow: new pictures with tasks for the girls appeared on the TV screen.
The first art, for Liza, was fairly simple: the drawn woman was touching the balls of two men standing in front of her at once. Nastya’s task was to give a black African cock a breastjob, and Alina needed to sit on a man on top but with her back to him, letting him play with her ass again. The girls rushed to carry out the tasks with unusual enthusiasm.
Elizabeth was especially lucky, because now there were not one but two huge male endowments in her small palms. Prince joined Jared, and the redheaded married slut began stroking her suitors’ massive balls with great pleasure. She couldn’t even imagine how much seed those male containers held. Prince’s balls were only a little bigger than Jared’s, yet almost twice as heavy. It seemed they held so much cum the fat man could cover the bodies of all the girls in the room at once with his semen.
The girl immediately compared the Africans’ black balls with her husband’s little ones, which now seemed positively miniature. Elizabeth adored the taste of male semen and was always very disappointed when her betrothed preferred to shoot tiny trickles of his seed onto her body, or even into his own hand, believing his beloved was too pure and sweet for him to have the right to spill his cum into her lovely mouth. Meanwhile, in her erotic fantasies, his wife pictured a whole crowd of guys filling her mouth with hot white liquid in such quantities that Liza would have no choice but to swallow that wonderful nectar.
So it was perfectly obvious that the beauty stared, hypnotized, at the black orbs of the men before her and fully matched the erotic picture shown on the screen. The girl stroked the Africans’ balls tenderly, almost lovingly, and seemed more enraptured by them than by the black cocks towering over her.
As for Anastasia, she was simply thrilled to have the chance once more to serve the biggest black cock in this room. Obediently she crawled to Lamar, lounging in his chair, once again showing a cat’s grace and getting off on the lustful male gazes aimed at her arched back and the vagina slit dripping with desire. Despite the incredible urge to sheathe the man’s endowment with her own mouth, she held back, especially since she very much wanted to feel the African’s powerful cock between her breasts.
The man’s endowment stood in all its glory, and the beauty delightedly squeezed her large, rounded tits with their expectant nipples around the stud’s breeding organ. To help the cock glide better, Anastasia thoroughly wet the cleft between her left and right breast with saliva, which gathered in unimaginable quantities in her lustful mouth every time the young slut looked at Lamar’s cock. Then the girl began to move her chest up and down, jerking the man’s cock with her assets and taking incredible pleasure from it.
Alina, meanwhile, took possession of Tyrell. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that Tyrell took possession of her: her thoughts, her body, though not yet her sex. And Alina no longer even thought about how wrong all of this was — she gave herself over completely and eagerly began fulfilling the next picture.
Her pussy burned like a molten volcano, craving that beautiful black sculpted cock inside, and Alina tried with every movement to show just how much she wanted it. She stroked the African’s muscles, whispered compliments in Russian he didn’t understand. The man was adamant — he easily lifted the blonde, making her cry out in delight, and set her down on his cock facing away. His endowment rubbed against the beauty’s pussy, and Alina gladly began sliding forward and back on the dark-skinned hunk’s organ. Feeling the man’s hands on her ass, the blonde let out an approving moan, especially when the ebony god’s fingers lazily began exploring the married slut’s barely covered little anal hole.
However, a couple of seconds later the swimsuit fabric was pushed aside, and Tyrell could see the fair-haired girl’s wet slit and her little sphincter, pulsing tensely as if it longed to receive the African’s finger. And Alina truly wanted it — just as much as she hated her husband playing with her anal ring during sex, she now wanted this black man, a stranger until recently, to enter her ass. Tyrell didn’t make her wait long. Catching the moment when the blonde let out another loud moan from her clit brushing the ridges of the African’s cock through the fabric, the black man, without preparation, sank half of his black finger into the beauty’s backdoor.
Alina paused for a moment only to arch in bliss and moan, rising into a cry: “More!”
She herself couldn’t believe she was taking pleasure from having the African’s finger in her virgin ass. From the awareness of that foreign body in her anus, and from her clit continuing to rub against the huge black cock, the girl was once more on the brink of orgasm. She felt she was just a couple of thrusts short of a second spasm of pleasure, but at that very moment Tyrell pushed his finger into her anal hole to the hilt.
“Fuck!” Alina screamed with pleasure, collapsed face-first onto the man’s legs, now practically lying her entire body on the African. Her pussy clenched in a wild orgasm, and the feeling of that finger in her back passage — Tyrell had no intention of withdrawing it — made the pleasure grow with every contraction of her vaginal muscles. Alina suddenly felt she might squirt for the first time in her life — she reached with her hands, which had been gratefully stroking the man’s legs, toward her pussy, but Tyrell suddenly plunged two of his huge black fingers straight into her gushing sex.
Alina screamed and cried at once as a powerful jet burst out of her pussy. She had never squirted, but the sensations were incredible. Tyrell, clearly knowing what he was doing, rapidly teased her clit while Alina kept cumming and cumming on the man, dousing herself, the African, and everything around them with nectar.
“Ma… ma…” Alina whispered in a trembling voice a few seconds later. She still couldn’t pull herself together, but she was hugely flattered by the looks Nastya and Liza gave her when they tore themselves away from pleasing their cavaliers and glanced her way.
“Alina, what a slut you are…” Nastya said enviously. Judging by the look on the redheaded Elizabeth’s face, she agreed with her friend. But Alina only smiled foolishly and couldn’t believe her body — her pussy was clearly ready for more.
“Off, slut,” Tyrell addressed the girl in English, making no effort to hide his self-assured tone, and Alina didn’t even think of defying the African, perfectly aware that right now she, a married woman whose husband was resting just a few dozen feet away in their shared bed, truly was a slut for a black cock. Alina climbed off the man with difficulty, barely feeling her legs and not understanding where all the fluid in her body had come from — everything around was wet, including the African’s body. But that last thing didn’t bother the blonde — she was ready to lick clean with her tongue the one who’d given her such an orgasm.
The next pictures appeared on the screen, though it seemed none of the girls were even looking anymore. Liza was to rub her face against two black cocks at once, Nastya was to pleasure an African’s cock with her hands, and the art meant for Alina showed a drawn blonde licking her own fluids off the floor.
With a smirk, Tyrell seized his blonde slut by the hair and dragged her down off him. Alina squeaked, but obediently sank first to her knees, as the African required, and then lay her chest flat on the floor, in the puddle of her own fluids.
“Clean up!” the black giant demanded, and proud Alina, who would never have let even her husband talk to her that way, obediently began licking her own sexual juice off the floor, working her tongue diligently and glad to find she tasted pretty good. Tyrell, meanwhile, smacked the married fair-haired beauty on the ass, telling her what a obedient little whore she was. Alina, understanding him perfectly, felt only how her cock-hungry pussy grew even wetter under the weight of such power.
Nastya watched all this as she now pleasured Lamar’s cock with her hands, according to the picture that had appeared on the screen. Several times the girl leaned forward, tongue out toward the thick ebony shaft, but was met each time with a sharp slap or a cold command — and the names followed like whips: slut, whore, fuckdoll, dirty cocksucker. A proper girl would be offended by any of that, but the brunette on her knees, stroking a huge black cock with her hands, felt only pleasure from such titles. Nastya’s little mouth hung slightly open, ready to wrap the black head in her plump lips, and she had to swallow almost every second to manage the saliva flooding her mouth. The beauty wanted nothing more right now than permission to taste the black sculpted cock.
Prince and Jared didn’t step away from Liza. The men reveled in the way the redhead beauty’s hands tenderly caressed their balls. However, upon seeing the picture the girl was supposed to copy, the Africans showed surprising restraint. They roughly grabbed Elizabeth’s elbows and forced her arms down, ignoring the slut’s languid sigh. The beauty didn’t lose her head, though: following the image, the girl leaned forward herself and touched her face to the dark-skinned big men’s cocks in front of her.
She closed her eyes and tried to feel, with every pore, the power of those black ebony weapons. The precum oozing from their cocks dripped onto her chest, stuck to her face, and a little to her lips. But how Liza wished there were more of that life-giving nectar! Struggling to hold back the desire to touch those powerful cocks with her hands, the redhead pressed her palms to her chest as if in prayer. She really was ready to worship her new god — the huge black cock — and its bearers, who now, to Elizabeth, were like priests sprinkling the supplicant sinner with sweet nectar.
The girls seemed to be in a trance — everything happening felt fantastic, unreal, and as if afraid that their bliss, full of pleasures, would evaporate in a single terrible instant, they gave themselves over completely to the flood of lust, craving, and passion. As soon as the next pictures appeared on the screen, the men stepped away from their flames, and all the beauties let out, at the same time, a disappointed moan, heavy with pleading to continue the forbidden bliss. Nevertheless, the men, displaying inconceivable self-control, lounged back in their chairs. The smiles on their faces and the way the black bulls looked over the kneeling, soaked fucksluts made it perfectly clear the girls now belonged entirely to them.
But neither Liza nor Nastya, and certainly not Alina, who had just had the strongest orgasm of her life, wanted anything now except to give themselves to their dark-skinned masters completely, without remainder. The girls glanced at the screen, surprised to discover there were only two pictures. In the first, two drawn sluts stroked each other’s pussies, bodies intertwined in a knot; the second art showed a submissive white bitch crawling under the feet of dark-skinned men.
While Alina tried to figure out which picture applied to her, Liza crawled up to the blonde, wagging her bare ass invitingly. Alina merely smiled at her friend approvingly, and when Liza’s plump lips neared her, the beauties melted into a passionate, wet kiss, exploring each other’s tongues and mouths with a zeal as if it were the last kiss of their lives. They had no intention of stopping at a kiss, though.
A moment later the redheaded beauty was on top of the blonde and began covering not only Alina’s lips but her neck, shoulders, and bare collarbones with kisses… It was as if Elizabeth’s lips were everywhere, exploring her friend’s body with a fervor her husband had never dreamed of. And Alina’s husband was the last thing on her mind now. While Elizabeth’s hands gently stroked Alina’s body, dressed like a gift in a leopard-print bodysuit, the blonde clumsily explored her friend’s bare figure, not understanding why she liked the feel of the girl’s skin on hers so much. Alina was inexperienced in women’s caresses, but full of desire to show everything she could, and so, seizing the moment, she plunged both her hands into Liza’s beautiful hair and, in turn, began covering the redhead’s body with kisses: face, neck, the upper swell of her breasts, shoulders… everything she could reach.
Soon she moved to the breasts. Feeling Liza, abandoned to ecstasy, peel the leopard garment from her shoulders, Alina carefully, as if trying to prove to herself and to her clearly more experienced friend that she too was worth something in lesbian play, worked her lips over every inch of the redhead beast’s chest; Liza arched in rapture and moaned under the girl’s touch. When Alina took Elizabeth’s firm nipple into her mouth, Liza unexpectedly pulled her friend close and whispered — so softly it sounded like a prayer: “Fuck, suck them, yeah…”
Alina didn’t need to be told twice. With great delight, taking no less pleasure than her depraved partner, she set about playing with Liza’s nipples, feeling her own clothing slide off. Now Alina, like her friends, was completely naked. And though the swimsuit had flown somewhere into a corner of the room, the thing that least bothered Alina right now was that, for the first time, it wasn’t her husband seeing her fully nude but four Africans watching the girls at their feet with superiority while they lazily, gently stroked their huge black cocks.
From the realization that she and Liza were like sex slaves satisfying each other before their masters, Alina felt a feral elation. Her hands slid down and, clumsy but eager, began lavishing Liza’s ass and pussy with caresses. Liza let out a loud moan of pleasure and bit the blonde’s neck. Alina took it as a signal to continue and, that very instant, sank two of her fingers — one of them wearing a wedding ring — into Elizabeth’s dripping slit…
“Yeah, damn…!” Liza panted heavily, and Alina felt her friend’s body shuddering in her hands. Liza was cumming, letting out loud moans and shouting something incoherent. As the orgasm began to ebb, she took Alina’s head in her palms and kissed her lover tenderly. Clearly understanding that Alina hadn’t yet enjoyed an orgasm and unwilling to leave her friend without such a gift, Liza took the entire initiative into her own hands — literally. She began stroking, touching, feeling, and caressing the blonde’s body, who closed her eyes in pleasure and only moaned softly, feeling her experienced friend give her a new delight with each movement and lead her to climax.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Alina whispered. Liza’s fingers were already dancing dangerously close to the fair-haired beauty’s pussy, and Alina could only beg her friend to sink a finger — or better yet several — into her hot, juice-soaked hole.
“Come on!” the blonde almost cried, and at that very second Elizabeth, lifting Alina’s ass slightly, sank two fingers into her pussy. At the same time Liza’s thumb massaged the blonde’s anal ring, and the redhead felt how easily Alina’s ass was ready to accept her finger. Apparently Tyrell had done a good job on the married fair-haired slut’s ass while she’d been passing out from the previous orgasm. Or maybe the blonde’s ass had always been waiting for the chance to take something other than her husband’s finger. Deciding to find out the answer, Liza, while Alina trembled in orgasmic convulsions from the feeling of her two fingers in her pussy, went ahead and slid her thumb into the pliant blonde’s ass.
“FUCK!” Alina either screamed or burst into tears from the pleasure; the orgasm seemed to intensify a hundredfold, exploding into a myriad of fireworks in her head. Her body shook, her moans grew so loud that Liza immediately merged with her friend in a passionate kiss to muffle them at least a little. Meanwhile the redhead lewdling didn’t withdraw her fingers.
“Hierdie slet is lief vir om te wees fucked in die gat!” (This slut loves being fucked in the ass!) one of the guys remarked with approval. Both Alina and Liza were in a half-faint after their shattering orgasms and didn’t understand what their beautiful spectators were saying.
“Fok dit, ek wil om te fuck hierdie getroud blonde teef in die gat!” (Fuck it, I want to fuck this married blonde bitch in the ass!)
But if the girls, fused in a post-orgasmic kiss and stroking each other’s bodies tenderly, didn’t understand — or didn’t want to understand — the meaning of the Africans’ words, Nastya understood perfectly. She hadn’t gotten as pleasant a picture as her friends, but the girl gladly slipped into the role of the yielding slut she had always been, really She might play hard to get in daily life, but when faced with thick black cock, Nastya knew she’d be the perfect breeder for these bulls — their favorite, their best, their proud little cumslut. The girl watched with a little jealousy as the guys jerked their cocks, absorbed by the lesbian show unfolding before them, and she tried to draw attention to herself after all.
“Let me please you, my master!” the beauty pleaded, crawling like a kitten to Jared, who was closest to her.
“Beg me, bitch!” the African threw at her with contempt, not taking his eyes off Alina and Elizabeth’s caresses. Nastya lost her mind from such roughness. She flung herself at the man’s feet and began kissing them, taking his toes into her mouth and licking his hairy legs. Her pussy flowed like a waterfall, but the girl knew she wouldn’t be allowed to touch herself. All she could hope for was her masters’ generosity.
Jared, clearly pleased by the passion with which Anastasia set about pleasing him, turned the gaze of his black eyes on the girl and said roughly:
“Take care of my friends too, cumhole.”
Nastya didn’t need to be told twice. Seductively lifting her ass and feeling her sex pulse with each movement, the girl crawled to the next ebony god. It turned out to be Tyrell. The man’s cock rose above the approaching Nastya like a guiding star, and there was only one thought ruling the beauty’s head now: give, give, give me your divine black cock to rinse in my mouth! Anastasia set about pleasing the man the same way she had Jared — the hairs on the African hunk’s legs got into her mouth, but the brunette didn’t care. She relished the chance to touch this perfect body. The man’s toes were deep in the slut’s mouth — she sucked them obediently, gagging slightly, tears blurring her vision as she stared up at Tyrell with reverence. He turned toward the other girl and pushed his foot into the obedient cocksleeve’s wide-open mouth.
“Good little whore,” the man praised her, then roughly shoved the brunette away and nodded at Prince. Anastasia only bowed in submission, ass lifted behind her, and crawled to the next master.
Unlike his buddies, Prince wasn’t jerking his cock — it just jutted straight up, a black club defying all the laws of physics. The fat man’s huge balls hung over the edge of his chair like two stuffed sacks, and Nastya wanted more than anything to receive their contents. After only briefly caressing the big man’s legs, the girl moved higher, lavishing the giant’s massive thighs with her slutty tongue and, without waiting for permission, buried her face in those huge black balls. The girl couldn’t even imagine how much semen those reservoirs contained, but she began to explore the man’s scrotum with her tongue with a submission only true sluts possess. She wrapped her lips around the man’s skin, tried to take the huge orbs into her mouth, smothered them in saliva… She didn’t even dare raise her eyes to look at Prince’s face — afraid that for such impudence she’d be forbidden at once to caress those wonderful repositories of nectar. Judging by the big man’s deepening heavy breathing, he was getting real pleasure from such ministrations.
“I think it’s time for the last picture,” Lamar said, not hiding the superiority in his voice.
Anastasia started to pull away from Prince’s balls to see her new task, but the big man didn’t let her. He shoved the girl back down roughly and said, “Harder, slut!”
Pliant Anastasia set to licking the man’s balls with double the zeal, hoping she wouldn’t be punished for failing to perform the task on the screen. Or, on the contrary, that she’d be punished properly…
As for the tasks that appeared on the screen, anyone who glanced at them would have understood: the Africans had decided to end the innocent diversions and, to the girls’ delight, get down to business. Each picture was meant for a specific girl: Liza had to arch herself and stick her ass out for a black cock; Nastya was to get on all fours and, it seemed, finally feel an enormous black endowment in her pussy; and in the art meant for Alina, a black cock was plunging into her wide-opened anus!
And Anastasia, with her face buried in Prince’s thick balls, and Alina with Liza, who were lying in each other’s arms on the floor slick with their own sexual secretions and kissing tenderly, didn’t see the tasks that had appeared on the screen, and so the Africans, as if they’d been waiting for this all evening, took control of the action.
Liza was on top of Alina, gently and carefully stroking her friend’s body, still trembling from a powerful orgasm. The girls, wanting to stretch the moment of closeness as long as possible, touched lips softly and played with each other’s tongues, their moans barely audible under the loud music. So Liza was a little surprised when someone grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her to her feet. The girl looked back in confusion at her tormentor, who turned out to be Lamar, but didn’t dare say a word — this roughness only turned her on.
The beauty took incomparable pleasure from the sensation of someone else’s control over her body. Alina reached her hands toward her best friend the moment Liza was unceremoniously torn from her, but the redhead was already consumed by the picture on the TV screen. So was Lamar. His hand was still in the beauty’s hair, and, holding the girl by it as if on a leash, he led her to a table by the wall and bent her over, arching back the firm, rounded ass of the married redheaded slut. Liza pushed back, yearning to feel the man’s cock at her holes — the memory of the pleasure she’d earned by rubbing her heated pussy on the African’s cock was still fresh in her mind.
Elizabeth’s sex now burned with the same lustful flame, and the beauty wanted very much to feel her business colleague’s huge organ at her holes again. She almost begged for it in the Africans’ language, for which she received a resounding slap on her backside, and then she felt something that made her not just moan loudly with pleasure but cry out at full voice, unable to contain her ecstasy: “Oh God, it’s huge!”
The man’s cock, glistening with precum and the redhead’s juices, paused at the slick entrance of the gasping little breeding toy arched before him. Elizabeth could hardly believe her own sensations — it felt as if a real baseball bat were waiting by her little hole. Despite the overpowering urge to push back to feel the African’s cock in her, Elizabeth froze for a moment, as if trying to understand whether she could take such an enormous breeding organ into herself. Lamar, as if teasing her, didn’t hurry things. Only his incredible cock twitched slightly, mockingly parting and closing Elizabeth’s labia, and she was on the verge of losing control.
And what of her friends? Elizabeth was almost face-down on the table and couldn’t see what was happening with Anastasia and Alina, but if she had, she would only have felt even greater pleasure.
Anastasia was so absorbed in lavishing caresses on Prince’s huge balls that she didn’t immediately feel a pair of big palms on her ass. Tearing herself away for a second and looking back, her face slick with saliva and Prince’s precum dripping onto his balls, the brunette saw Jared, who, slowly stroking his nearly twelve-inch cock, kneaded her cheeks. The man had a splendid view: the beauty’s soaking pussy endlessly oozed sweet juices, and above it, as if tauntingly beckoning him, the neat little hole of the depraved brunette’s anus. That, however, wasn’t what interested him now. Instead, Jared gave Anastasia’s left cheek a ringing slap and, aiming his big black cock at the girl’s pussy, lingered for a few seconds, playing with the submissive slut’s labia just as Lamar was. From such treatment Anastasia went out of her mind and, to muffle her own moans, buried herself in Prince’s balls again, trying to swallow them whole — which, of course, was impossible.
Tyrell took charge of Alina, who remained on the floor. He came up to the beauty, and she gave him the same look with which priestesses might bless their gods were they to descend from the heavens. The African’s figure was furrowed with muscles; it seemed they grew atop one another against every law of human anatomy. But to Alina the African wasn’t human now. He was her most desired instrument, stripped of personality and even a name. He was the most perfect lover Alina could imagine. She wasn’t thinking of her husband at all — even the thought of Kirill, when such a perfect man stood beside her, seemed a violation of all conceivable and inconceivable laws.
Alina started to rise from the floor, but Tyrell came down to her himself. Without controlling herself, Alina leaned in to melt into a hot kiss with the African. He answered — passionately and tenderly at once — and the blonde completely lost her head. She was in a wild ecstasy from what was happening and didn’t realize at all that, for the first time in her life, she was lying absolutely naked before another man. And not just lying — she wanted, no, she prayed in her depraved soul, for this black Apollo to possess her.
“Please,” she begged, refusing to believe what she was saying. Even so, the girl felt neither shame nor fear. Only a feral desire to receive what she had always deserved — a real male’s cock that craved her.
Tyrell laid the beauty on her back. Alina glanced to the side and saw Anastasia, who was in the power of two handsome males at once. The sight filled the blonde with both arousal and envy. The beauty’s hand — the very one with the wedding ring — darted to her pussy and began to caress it. Alina could only pray that the reward that had found Nastya — a big black cock — would be laid upon her too. And then she suddenly felt it. But, contrary to expectations, Tyrell’s cock was not aimed at her pussy. The man lifted the blonde’s legs and, easily holding them with one hand, ran the head of his huge organ over Alina’s anus, smearing both his own secretions and the streams from the girl’s wet, excited pussy.
“What… what are you doing?” Alina said, struggling to cope with the pleasure flooding her. She felt the little hole of her ass wasn’t so virginal anymore. Over the course of the evening, after Tyrell’s two fingers had been there and then Liza’s thumb, the girl’s anus had been worked a little and didn’t even close fully, now beckoning the African with its half-open darkness. Still, it was indecently small for Tyrell’s huge cock to have any chance of sinking in.
“You… too big!” Alina said, breathless. Strangely, there was no fear in her voice — she seemed to be warning her lover of possible difficulties and apologizing that her ass was so incapable, rather than fearing what might happen. Especially since the arousal overwhelming her was so strong the beauty truly wanted… to try. Even if she wasn’t fully admitting it to herself.
“Oh, mama…” she murmured as Tyrell finally stopped playing with her anus and, shifting his grip on Alina’s ass, pressed, pushing the head of his huge black cock inside…
