Naughty Miss Pink gets face fucked by Rule Man big meat
Title: “Naughty Miss Pink Gets Her Face Fucked by Rule Man’s big Meat”
The camera pans down to reveal the sinfully sexy Miss Pink sprawled across the bed, her blonde hair splayed out like a halo around her pretty face. She’s wearing a flimsy baby doll nightie that barely contains her voluptuous curves. Her ample bosom heaves with anticipation as she spots Rule Man approaching, his sizeable bulge straining against his snug leather pants. Miss Pink licks her crimson lips hungrily, eager to taste the forbidden fruit of his enormous manhood.
Rule Man crawls onto the bed, looming over the naughty blonde like a predator eyeing its prey. With a wicked glint in his eye, he grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, holding her captive beneath his powerful frame. Miss Pink whimpers and writhes, but she knows she’s no match for his strength.
“Ah-ah baby,” Rule Man chides, “you know the rules. Naughty girls get their backsides smacked.” To emphasize his point, he delivers a resounding smack to her exposed rump, making the creamy flesh jiggle enticingly. Miss Pink yelps, but her body betrays her arousal. Her nipples stiffen into hard little peaks beneath the thin fabric of her nightie.
“Oooh Rule Man, please!” Miss Pink pleads, wriggling her hips enticingly. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise! Just let me worship your big, beautiful cock!”
Rule Man smirks, clearly amused by her shameless begging. But how can he resist such a desperate, naughty plea? He releases her wrists and allows her to sit up. Miss Pink doesn’t hesitate – she curls her fingers in the waistband of his pants and tugs them down in one swift motion, revealing the monster throbbing between his muscular thighs.
Miss Pink gasps in awe as she beholds Rule Man’s sizable endowment – long, thick, and perfectly formed, rising enticingly from a patch of dark curls. “Oh my,” she breathes, wrapping her delicate hand around his girthy shaft. It pulses and flexes under her touch, leaking pearly beads of precum from the inflamed head. Rule Man groans as she begins to stroke him, her soft fingers gliding effortlessly over his slick rod.
Unable to wait any longer, the eager blonde bends her head and laps at the flared helmet of his member, tasting the salty-sweet ambrosia collected there. Rule Man groans and tangles his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she tongues his swelling flesh. Then, without warning, he grips her head and thrusts into her waiting mouth.
Miss Pink gags slightly as he sinks into her hot channel, his bulbous glans stretching her jaw wider than she thought possible. Yet she takes him without complaint, her own arousal heightening with each forceful pump of his hips. She hollows her cheeks, suckling greedily at his throbbing shaft as he fucks her face, using her mouth like a tight, wet sheath.
Rule Man sets a relentless pace, grunting with the effort of each savage thrust. He pulls her closer still, spanning her delicate throat and forcing her to take every last thick, throbbing inch. Spit drools from Miss Pink’s stretched lips, streaming down her chin and painting his pistoning cock with gleaming trails of wetness. The filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, along with the stifled moans bubbling from her makeshift cock-sleeve.
As the intensity builds to a fever pitch, Rule Man suddenly jerks free of her clasping mouth, his member glistening obscenely with her saliva. Miss Pink whines at the loss, but her protest dies on her lips as he flips her over and pulls her up onto hands and knees. Grasping her hips, he mounts her from behind like a rutting beast, sheathing his enormous cock balls-deep into her sopping cunt in one brutal thrust.
Miss Pink screams, her pussy stretching taut around his invading girth. But it’s the scream of a wanton slut – she loves being split open on his massive shaft, stuffed full of his male flesh until she thinks she may burst. Rule Man pounds into her hard and raw, hammering her needy body against the mattress with the force of his thrusts. She claws at the bedding, completely at his mercy as he rails her through a mind-shattering series of orgasms.
Finally, with a roar of completion, Rule Man slams deep and unleashes a torrent of scalding seed directly into her fertile womb. Miss Pink convulses through a final, bone-shaking climax, her cunt milking him for every last drop of his copious offering. They collapse together into a sweaty tangle of limbs, panting harshly as they bask in the afterglow.
Some time later, as they lounge in replete silence, Miss Pink summons her strength and smuggles closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of Rule Man’s neck. “Thank you,” she murmurs shyly, “for making me feel so special. So wanted. So… lady-girl approved.”
Rule Man smirks at her attempted humor and pulls her into a tender kiss, pouring all his post-coital adoration into the slide of his tongue against hers. “You’re welcome, baby,” he returns, his voice a warm rumble against her lips. “And let me tell you, I’ve never in all my days met a naughty girl quite as naughty as you. The rules are clear – you’re going to be staying here with me, light of my life.”
Miss Pink giggles, clutching him close. “Of course, darling. I like the way you enforce the rules. Now tell me… do you have anything else planned for today’s agenda?”
Rule Man smacks her on the rump as she wiggles atop him. “Oh yes,” he promises darkly. “Around the time you wake up, those lips are going back to work, little vixen. You’ll suck me clean for starters… then spread those legs and let me ruin your tight little cunt.”
Miss Pink shivers with fresh desire at the threat/dirty promise. From now on, her life is complete – sprawled on her back, welcoming Rule Man’s rule with open thighs and a ready, willing mouth.
