Tarde

Tarde’s Triumph: A Creamy Conquest

Tarde, a raven-haired vixen with curves that could stop traffic, sashayed into the room like she owned it. Her hips swayed hypnotically, amplifying the swish of her silky red dress with each step. The plunging neckline teased a glimpse of ample cleavage, while the skirt rode up her toned thighs with every movement.

The object of her desire, Marcus, was lounging on the plush leather sofa, sipping a glass of Scotch. His eyes widened as Tarde approached, taking in her devastating beauty. She smiled seductively, her pouty lips glistening with arousal.

“Well, well, Marcus,” Tarde purred, straddling his lap and pressing her breasts against his chest. “Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?”

Marcus gulped, his pulse racing at her closeness. “O-of course, darling. What would you like?”

Tarde leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “I think you know exactly what I want, baby.” She ground her hips against the growing bulge in his pants, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear.

Marcus groaned, his hands gripping her waist. “God, Tarde, you’re insatiable.”

She smirked, rolling her hips in a slow circle. “And you love every minute of it.” Her nimble fingers made quick work of his zipper, freeing his throbbing cock. She licked her lips hungrily at the sight of it.

Tarde rose up on her knees, hiking her skirt up around her waist. With a tug, she pulled aside her lacy black panties, revealing her glistening pink folds. Positioning herself over Marcus, she teased the head of his cock against her slick entrance.

“Take me, Marcus,” she whispered huskily. “Fill me with your thick, hard cock.”

With a powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight, welcoming heat. They both moaned in unison at the sensation, Tarde’s walls clenching around him like a vice. She began to ride him furiously, her heavy breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips.

Marcus gripped her ass, kneading the firm flesh as he thrust up to meet her movements. Tarde’s head fell back in ecstasy, her nipples straining against the taut fabric of her dress. She could feel the coil tightening in her belly, her juices dripping down his shaft.

“Don’t stop, Marcus,” Tarde gasped out. “Make me come all over your big, fat cock.”

Her wish was his command. Marcus pounded into her relentlessly, his pelvis slapping against her clit with each piston of his hips. Tarde’s moans grew louder, more urgent, until she was screaming his name as her orgasm crashed over her.

She spasmed uncontrollably, her pussy clamping down on him like a silken fist. Marcus felt himself nearing the edge, his balls drawing up tight. With a roar, he buried himself deep and erupted inside her, flooding her with his hot seed.

They collapsed together, panting and sweaty, as Marcus’s cock continued to twitch and pulse within her. Tarde milked every last drop from him, relishing the feel of his come leaking out of her stretched hole.

After they caught their breath, Tarde rolled off him and stretched languidly. “Mmm, that was fun,” she said with a satisfied smile. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Marcus’s eyes widened in shock and lust. “You want more?”

Tarde grinned wickedly, stalking towards him on her hands and knees. Her dress had ridden up, giving him a perfect view of her delectable ass. “Oh yes, baby. I want all you’ve got.”

She straddled his face, rubbing her drenched, cum-filled pussy against his lips. “Lick me clean,” she commanded. “Get every last drop of your cream from my greedy little cunt.”

Without hesitation, Marcus dove in, his tongue delving deep into her folds. He lapped at her like a man starved, savoring the musky taste of their combined juices. Tarde ground herself against him eagerly, her fingers tugging at his hair.

“That’s it, baby. Worship my pussy. Show me how much you love it.” Her thighs began to quiver, her hot core clenching around his invading tongue. She was getting close again already.

Sensing her impending climax, Marcus redoubled his efforts, fucking her with his tongue and suckling her swollen clit. Tarde let out a high, keening wail as she came again, her essence gushing into Marcus’s mouth.

He drank it down greedily, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed forward, pressing her breasts into his chest. They kissed deeply, sharing her essence and losing themselves in the moment.

Tarde eventually rolled off him, lying stretched out on his body like a content cat. “God, Marcus,” she sighed happyly. “You never disappoint.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “Neither do you, love. You’ve ruined me for other women.”

Tarde grinned smugly, nuzzling into his neck. “Good. I want to be the only one who can satisfy you like this.”

As they lay there together, basking in the afterglow, Tarde knew she had finally tamed the man she desired. Marcus was hers now, body and soul. And she would never let him forget it.