Bathroom Action
In the pulsating heat of a sumptuous African afternoon, the arrhythmic drip-drip-drip of a leaky faucet filled the silence. The cacophony of chirping birds and chattering primates echoed in the dense jungle beyond the quaint little cabin’s walls. Inside, the air was thick with humidity and tension, an electric charge that prickled the skin.
The brunette ebony beauty was nestled in the corner of the bathroom, her petite frame dwarfed by the oversized bathtub that dominated the cramped space. Her name was Nala, and she was a vision of contradictions – all soft curves and sharp angles, dark skin smooth as ebony, and a face that was an open book of mischief and desire. She leaned against the cool porcelain, watched the steam rise from the steaming water, and waited.
And then, he entered. towering over her, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his chiseled features hard as granite. He was Tembo, the mighty hunter, his sculpted muscles rippling beneath ebony skin, his eyes glinting with primal hunger. A small towel hung low on his hips, barely concealing his impressive manhood.
Nala’s breath hitched as Tembo approached, his movements fluid and predatory. He reached out, his calloused fingers grazing her cheek, and she shivered violently. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely.
“Nala,” he purred, his voice a deep rumble that echoed through her. “You’ve been a naughty little thing, haven’t you?”
She bit her lower lip, tasting the sweet salt of her sweat, and nodded meekly. “Yes, Tembo. I have.”
He chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly removed his towel. His massive cock sprung free, bobbing obscenely in the steamy air. Nala’s mouth watered at the sight, her pussy clenching with need.
Tembo stepped into the tub, the water sloshing around his muscular thighs. He reached for her, his grip on her arm unbreakable, and pulled her close. She felt the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest pressing against her soft breasts. His cock nestled between them, throbbing with desire.
With a growl, he grabbed her ass, lifting her with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the water cascading down their slippery skin. He kissed her then, his lips claiming hers in a brutal possession. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. She surrendered to him completely, her nails raking down his back.
He lowered her onto his massive cock, impaling her with one swift thrust. She cried out, the pleasure-pain eliciting a guttural moan from deep within her. She was stretched to capacity, filled completely by his thick length. He pistoned in and out of her, the water splashing violently around them.
Tembo’s hands roamed her body, kneading her breasts, tweaking her nipples, pinching the sensitive buds until she wailed in ecstasy. He pounded into her harder, his pelvis slapping against her clit, the sensation driving her wild. She bucked against him, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more.
He spun them around, pressing her back against the cool tiles. He lifted her leg, opening her wider, and drove into her even deeper. She felt him in her stomach, his cock hitting places she never knew existed. She looked down, mesmerized by the sight of him entering her, disappearing into her tight heat.
His mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. He sucked hard, marking her, branding her as his. She knew she would bear his bruises tomorrow, a reminder of his possession of her.
Nala felt the tension coiling inside her, the heat building between her legs. She was close, teetering on the precipice of oblivion. Tembo must have felt it too, because he redoubled his efforts, his hips slamming against hers with bruising force.
“Come for me, Nala,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Show me how much you love my cock.”
And with a scream, she did. Her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He followed right behind her, his hot seed flooding her innermost depths, marking her, claiming her.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, their bodies joined as one in the humid heat of the bathroom. Then, slowly, Tembo withdrew from her, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop. She watched through hazy eyes as he stepped out of the tub, the water coursing down his muscular back.
He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. “Dry off, my naughty little minx,” he commanded. “And prepare yourself for round two.”
She shivered in anticipation, knowing that she was his for the taking. She had never felt so alive, so utterly owned by another person. And as she watched him walk away, his towel slung low on his hips once more, she knew that she wouldn’t have it any other way.