BLACKEDRAW They took turns in my girlfriends ass

The wanderer walks into a dimly lit motel room, the air thick with the scent of cheap liquor and desperation. Flickering neon lights from the street outside cast an eerie glow through the tattered curtains. In the corner, a young woman sits hunched on the edge of the bed, her eyes vacant, a lit cigarette dangling from her fingers.

“Whatcha doin’ here, sweetheart?” the wanderer asks, his voice low and gravelly.

The woman looks up, her eyes meeting his in the smoky haze. ” esperar, espera… Wait, I don’t know, man. I just needed to… escape, y’know?”

The wanderer nods, understanding the weight of her words. He unstraps his guitar and pulls up a chair, strumming a sultry tune. “Let’s pass the time, shall we? I’ll sing, you dance. How ’bout it?”

She smiles, a glint of mischief in her eye. “You got a deal, miamor.”

They spend hours like this, lost in their own little world. The wanderer croons, his voice rich and honeyed, while the woman twirls and sways, her hips gyrating to the beat. The room fades away, replaced by memories of lost love and shattered dreams.

As the night wears on, they drawn closer together, the distance between them evaporating like steam on a mirror. Their breath mingles in the charged air, a tangle of smoke and wine.

The wanderer sets aside his guitar, his gaze intense. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispers, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek.

She leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “No hagas esto… Don’t do this,” she murmurs, even as her body betrays her.

He pulls her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers, softer than bee’s wings but with the same urgency. They stumble towards the bed, a tangle of limbs and whispered words.

The wanderer’s hands roam over her curves, mapping the contours of her body like a cartographer discovering new lands. She arches beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Tócame…” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. Touch me.

And touch her he does, his fingers tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. He takes his time, worshipping every inch of her like a pilgrim at an altar.

When he finally enters her, she cries out, her nails digging into his back. He steadies himself, giving her time to adjust, before beginning a rhythm as old as time itself.

They move together, in perfect sync, their bodies joined in a primal dance of passion and longing. The wanderer’s thrusts grow deeper, harder, spurred on by her moans of pleasure.

The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, whispered endearments in Spanish and English, and the occasional clap of thunder as the storm outside rages on.

Covering her diamond hard nippels with his gentle fingers, squeezing them,*heaving deeply and finally he reaches the brim. His big black dick, coating her darling ass and imagine that looks.*

He releases inside her, then pulls out his meat, grabbing her hair and pushing it to his cock. Without hesitation, she opens her mouth and takes in every bit of his juices coating her soft pink tongue. Staring up at him with puppy eyes, she licks him clean.

Desperately she pushes his cock down her throat, choking herself on the thickness of his meat, her throat throbbing and naked body shivering in pure ecstasy.

In total rapture, she bobs up and down, faster and faster until her juices drip over his balls, winking ‘please i want more’

With a steady hand he firmly smacks her ass, his cock firmly inside her and and pulls her close. “You want more?”

*Expletives escape her mouth as she whimpers yes,* pull down at her hair.*

Pulling out with a slick pop, she turns away and bangs in her from behind, holding her ponytail and slapping her ass over and over until he slaps her reddish skin sore. Cream pies and smashing her ass like a meek little doll.

He pulls out his dick, still creamy and oozing out of her tight pink hole. Fingering the leftovers, it’s like she’s a slut for his every drop. Spreading it over her face and body, he paints her like a canvas and she muffs a gush of fluid hitting his dick, staining his juices creaming down her forehead. She continues to suck and slurp his fat cock, her eyes blank but happy like a pies and her handjob pulls faster and faster until he empties another round in her waiting mouth.

Turning her head away, she gags andw coulndt swallow enough to keep all the cream in. Panting heavily like she couldn’t wait for more, but there was nothing left to be had. She kept sucking, licking and jerking but the well had ran out, drying up like the well.|