Asian With Juicy Ass Rides In Her New Outfit @planesgirl

Title: “Riding in Savour: A Lewd British-Asian Cowgirl Creampie”

Lena, a petite yet voluptuous 19-year-old British-Asian, sauntered into her bedroom, her freshly showered skin glistening under the muted illumination of her LED fairy lights. She had just bought a new outfit – a skimpy red gingham schoolgirl uniform skirt paired with a form-fitting white crop top that clung to her ample bosom like a second skin. Her round, juicy rear was particularily enticing, barely concealed behind the urge-to-tug-up mini that kissed her thighs.

In her hand, Lena twirled a black feathered plume pen between her fingers, an impish grin tugging at her plump candyotta lips. The pen matched the outrageous penchant for trouble she was about to unleash – for she was a tease, a minx, and tonight, her sexy Daddy was her conquest. With a devastating sway of her hips, she made her way upstairs, ready to sin.

Her father, a towering, handsome 45-year-old, was engrossed in football highlights in his den. Lena knocked thrice on the wooden frame before waltzing in, her peach-bottom jiggling with each step. She planted a chaste kiss on his stubbled cheek before turning a 360-degree twirl, giving him a generous peek at her thong-clad grocery list.

“Daddy, darling, ta-dah!” Lena chirped, striking a teasing pose. “What do you think of my new school attire?”

Martin gulped hard, his green eyes drinking in every succulent inch of her fringe-brush affliction. “I think it’s wildly unsuitable for school,” he croaked, adjusting his bulge. “But you look positively edible, love.”

Lena purred like a kitten, slinking into his lap, her pert nipples grazing his chest through the flimsy top. “Mmm, and I’m so hungry, Daddy.” Her manicured hands crept under his shirt, teasing his charcoal hair-sprinkled chest. “I need your help… with my schoolwork,” she breathed, tongue peeking out to wet her lips. “I’ve been oh-so-bad, see?”

Martin inhaled sharply as her tiny fingers crawled down his treasure trail, reaching for the prize. “I see, babygirl,” he ground out, his stiff throne tenting his trousers. “Maybe I should spank you for being such a brat.”

Lena smirked, grinding her barely-covered mound against his throbbing heat. “That’s it, Daddy,” she cooed. “Spank meeee…”

With lightning speed, Martin flipped them, pressing Lena into the plush leather couch. He rained a storm of smacks on her doughy cheeks, bringing a rosy hue and pinprick bumps to her supple flesh. Lena yowled in pleasure-pain, arching her arched back, willing him to flip her bare bottom.

Martin obliged, unceremoniously shoving fabric up, exposing her lacy-encased kitty. With one deft motion, he ripped the thong, revealing her needy pink peach. Two fingers speared her weeping folds without preamble, sending Lena to the stars. “Ohhhh Goddaaamy,” she keened, pushing downmindlessly on his pumping digits. “More, mmmmore…”

He complied, curling his fingers to rub her spot, making her squirt all over his keyboard. He growled, his Viking Raider eyes promising retribution as he ripped off his belt, doubling it over. SMACK! The leather kissed her tender peaks, leaving a blushing reminder. SMACK, SMACK! Lena squealed, tears of masochistic joy rolling down her flushed cheeks as her Daddy dominates her freely given body.

Eagerly, hands shaking with daddy-daughter-lust, she presented his belt-battered cheeks. “I- I’m ready, Daddy,” she whimpered, eyes magnetized to his monster. “W-will you t-take away the p-pain?”

Martin growled, a low rumble that made Lena’s core clench. “Daddy’ll make it all better, princess,” he promised darkly, notching his club at her needy tunnel. “Push out for Daddy.”

It took a monumental effort, but Lena bore down, wincing as her super-tight walls offended against his girth. Milimeter by agonizing millimeter, he sank in, Lena whimpering with the stretch. “That’s it, baby,” Martin crooned, stroking her taut tummy after sinking to the hilt. “Let Daddy in.”

Her inner muscles rippled, squeezing his girth with silent begging. And he obliged, pulling out only to slam home, sending Lena’s breasts bouncing under the bandage-dress. “Unghhhh, DADDYYY!” Lena screamed, as he set a punishing pace, his fist-shaped sack slapping her clit with each thrust.

Soon, her drenched ruck channel wreaking havoc on his dial-up bull, slippery and willing. At last, with a roar, he jammed in to the hilt, flooding her depths with cream. Lena’s eyes rolled back in her head as her world shattered, her velvety vice milking him for every last drop as she spasmed and jerked.

Finally, Martin collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving as they kissed passionately, his wonder-m ach still nestled in her soaked peach pit. “That’s one way to get me to help with homework,” he joked, finger-combing her hair.

Lena purred, clenching around him. “And I learned a whole lot today, Daddy,” she quipped. “Like how to get you knot-tying guaranteed.” With a heart-melting smile, Lena claimed his lips in another sweet kiss, a tease and a promise.

This ride was just the beginning of a lifetime together – Daddy and daughter, husband and wife, forever. For their love was like this perfect scene: messy, raw, and real. And they wouldn’t trade it for anything short of the world.