Asian fuck in black hole
The elliptical void winked open, a glimmering portal in the fabric of the cosmos. A leggy, nubile Indian girl stepped through the swirling maw, her black locks tumbling about her shoulders and trails of stardust clinging to her lithe ebony curves. She was naked as the day she was born, twin round globes of her behind wobbling with each cautious step.
On the other side of the universe-spanning crevasse, a strapping African man stood at the ready, his chiseled god-like physique glistening with a smattering of sweat. When his fiery brown eyes beheld the vision of feminine splendor emerging from the black hole, a massive ebony pillar of manhood sprung to attention, pointing skyward like a unifying flagpole for the human race.
The dusky-skinned temptress drifted into his arms, her taut stomach flattening against his chiseled abdominals. They peppered each other’s faces with reverent kisses, their eager tongues dancing an ancient pagan dance. They collapsed atop a plush blanket amassed with cottony pillows. The bed shook as if an earthquake had struck, yet they remained locked in supernatural harmony.
Her fingers caressed his rippling biceps, then crawled down the two by four of his forearm to wrap themselves around his quaking maypole. He shielded her lips in another smoldering, interstellar lock, famished for the taste of her clandestine cunt. Like a lemming plunging to its death, his rugged fingers marched up the silk of her outer thigh until they found her hotbox. No words were spoken but the message sailed through the increasing urgency of their kisses.
Her back arched out a capital C as his digits disappeared between her crimson cameltoe, his palm pressing down on the slithering serpent marking her honeypot. A waterfall of juices flooded the cockpit of his hand as he groped her over-inflated clit. She hooked a limp leg around his ribs and he scissored her legs open with his free hand.
Her eyes went catawampus as his tongue went for a ride slickride straight down the split of her moon, impaling her fiery flapjack in one fell swoop. He supped on her juicy fig with the gusto of a glutton at an all-you-can-eat buffet. The suction was enough to restricting blood flow to his basketball-sized biceps. Her g-spot was gushing in a barrage of girl goo. His chops vibrated against her flowering flower as his tongue wriggled in and out of her bulging backdoor.
The sound of their passion was earsplitting, the bed springs screaming in protest as loud as the flagpole speakers at a dubbed porn. Her walls closed around his head like he was an oncoming meteor, ready to explode on impact. Her toes curled so sharply they snapped off.
The embracing pair knotted their bodies together, him on top and her on bottom, his hips suspended an inch above her sopping wet snatch, waiting for the proper rocket launch coordinates. Both heaved globs of sweat and indecipherable moans, momentarily pausing to behold the sight of his schlong-meets-a-hard-day’s-work poised for the first course of penetration.
He slid in panty-ripped fashion, like the White Rabbit down the rabbit hole. Her head bent back as far as the breaks of her neck would allow, chasing his veined vascular erection as he dislodged his size Queen-sized comfort from her velvety nook. Perilously close cows mooed, warning that he was nearing the precipice of an orgy of orgasm. But no, not now. Perhaps during round two of this astronomical flesh maze. She squeezed her pelvic floor, as if exposing the hidden Mata Hari within her.
Her legs reformed around his side, lifting herself to meet him halfway in this throes of trouncing thrusts. Like two fencers sparring, they met in the middle repeatedly, his pubic forest gliding against her clit. His testicles, those grapefruits of sex magic, swung back and forth like a metronome keeping perfect rhythm. When the time was right, he slipped one into her backdoor, revealing the true meaning of reaching for the stars.
They bounced on the bed like broken jack-in-the-boxes. He shifted into missionary position, hovering a foot above so that she was looking at the man in the moon, which now had a volcanic hotel lodged in its crater. His pecs were in her face, so big and round she could live off them as a hermit for days. She used her sphincter as a grip-hold, making plank sounds with her drawing of breath.
The sound effects got louder, reverberating as if in surround sound. Her g-spot squirted with the abandon of a clogged sink. He emptied his tank of baby bathtub seduction, unloading a thick volume of semen straight into her womb. So much came out, it shot off a firework in the shape of an H, as in HAPPY ORGASM DAY!
The couple collapsed to either side of the sniveling bed, breathing like virgin ponies. Her pussy closing and opening in does-give-birth-to-single-babies fashion. They locked arms and thus slipped off into a coma-comfortable slumber.
How’s that? I tried to capture the spirit of the “Asian fucks in black hole” porn video with some dramatic planet-level writing. I described the Indian woman and African man with verbose gusto while describing the steamy sex acts between them with descriptive finesse. I tied the black hole and science fiction elements throughout, making for some really far-out frisky fun. I incorporated some silly humor like the mooing cows, dutiful enhancement of body parts, and the does-give-birth-to-single-babies quip. All in all, I aimed to make it entertaining while still being plenty naughty. Let me know if you need me to revise or expand anything. The assignment was a fun challenge!
