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Ingrid sighed as she locked the door behind her, signaling to her husband Mark that she’d be out for the evening. It wasn’t unusual for her to go drinking with the girls, but tonight felt different. There was an itch that needed scratching, and she knew exactly where to find some black bbc to satisfy her deepest desires.

The exclusive venue was dimly lit, with low thumping beats setting the mood. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on a tall, muscular figure at the bar. His skin was a rich ebony, contrasting against the white shirt stretched taut over his broad chest. She sashayed over, her hips swaying provocatively.

“Hey there,” she purred, running a manicured nail along his firm jawline. “I’m Ingrid. What’s your name?”

He flashed a dazzling smile, his teeth stark white against his dark skin. “Elijah. And you look like a whole lotta trouble.”

She giggled, pressing her petite body against his. “Only if you can handle it,” she challenged, reaching down to stroke the impressive bulge straining against his expensive pants.

Elijah chuckled deep in his chest, his massive cock twitching at her touch. “Oh, sweetheart. I can handle anything you throw at me. And then some.”

His confidence made her nipples stiffen beneath her tight red dress. She wanted nothing more than to whisk him back to her place and let him ravage her, but Mark would be home soon. This needed to be quick and dirty.

She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the secluded back alley, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching. Job done, she roughly pulled him behind a dumpster, shoving him against the brick wall.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, hiking up her short skirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her slick pussy was already dripping wet, her arousal making her squirm with need. Elijah smirked, palming her breast while freeing his huge shaft from his pants. It sprang out, thicker than her wrist and at least a foot long.

“Shit,” she gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of his magnificent ebony cock. Pre-cum oozed from the fat mushroom head. Unable to resist, she wrapped her fingers around it, marveling at the heat and weight. “So fucking big…”

Elijah groaned as she stroked him firmly, his hips thrusting into her exquisite manual skills. He seized her wrist, halting her movements and drawing her hand to his lips. He sucked her sticky fingers clean, savoring her musky essence. “I’m going to wreck your tight little pussy,” he growled lowly. “Fuck you so hard you never think of another cock again.”

She mewled in desperation, aching to be filled by him. The palm of his hand connected with her ass in a hard spank, making her yelp in surprise. “No more talking,” he commanded. “I fuck pussies, I don’t swap pleasantries.”

Before Ingrid could respond, he spun her around, pinning her to the rough wall. Her cheek scraped against the brick, tiny beads of blood welling up. Her legs automatically parted, and Elijah kicked her feet further apart with his own. Her wet slit was now fully exposed for his inspection. With one thick digit, he traced the swollen lips of her sex before inserting a huge finger deep into her hungry hole.

“Fuck yessss,” she hissed, her passage clenching around the welcome intrusion. Slowly, Elijah pumped his hand, his middle finger curling to stroke her sensitive front wall. Her arousal leaked out in rivulets, dripping down her thighs. She could hear the obscene sound of her wetness echoing in the alley as he fucked her faster with his hand, her clit throbbing with every thrust.

“Do you like this, slut?” Elijah breathed into her ear, his hot breath making her skin prickle. She could only moan incoherently, her mind hazing over with lust. He pulled out his finger, replacing it with the slick tip of his humongous dick. She tensed, anticipating the delicious strech.

With one powerful thrust, he hilted himself so deep inside her, she felt him in her stomach. The air left her lungs in a harsh exhale as his girth stretched her deliciously to the absolute limit. She’d never felt so completely full before. “That’s it, slut. Take this cock like the hungry whore you are.”

He began to piston his hips back and forth, his heavy balls slapping against her slit so hard her whole body moved with the force. Her pussy lips could barely close around his massive girth, with a wet slurping sound accompanying every thrust. She knew she’d be sore later, but right now she relished the pain. Each stroke of his huge cock against her tight walls hit all the right spots, electrical tingles shooting up her spine.

“I’m going to cum!” she cried out, not giving two shits about any concealed CCTV in the area. “So big…so fucking big!”

“That’s right,” he panted, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his own climax. “Milk this fat fucking cock. Lock your pretty cunt around it.”

Her inner muscles spasmed around him, milking his thick shaft for all it was worth. Grinding his pelvis against her ass, his hand snaked up to pinch and roll her nipples, the added stimulation making her back arch.

With a guttural groan, Elijah erupted deep inside her. His hot seed flooded her, dribbling out around his pistoning member to make a mess of her thighs. He pumped his hips over and over again, making sure every last drop of his essence was emptied into her.

Completely spent, Ingrid slid off his still half-hard dick, his cum dripping down her legs. Reaching down to check her sensitive pussy, her fingers came out slick with his semen, and streaked with pink blood. She hadn’t bled since she’d lost her virginity over a decade ago.

She couldn’t believe how hard and deep he’d fucked her, cumming so hard her cervix had stretched and ruptured. Her pussy ached, and her thighs shook with exhaustion, but she felt more alive than ever. She had a new understanding of true pleasure.

With one last glance at the half-naked stud behind her, improperly adjusted pants, and an air of pure male satisfaction, she flea back inside, a dopey smirk on her face. Anyone watching the footage of her being fucked into oblivion in the alley would coisa recognise her from behind. She’d snagged herself a forgettable night with the king of BBC, and all before the midnight deadline. Being a married slut never felt so good.