Beata Takes Fat Black Cock In Her Ass As If It Were An Every Day Experience

The sun was just beginning to set, casting an amber glow over the quaint suburban neighborhood. Beata, a voluptuous MILF, was inside her cozy home, unwinding after a long day. Little did her nosy neighbors know, this sultry blonde grandma had a secret: she couldn’t resist big, thick, black cocks.

As the fifty-year-old settled onto her bespoke masturbation chair, her mind wandered to her most recent conquest. A young, muscular black man with a cock that was as long as her forearm and thicker than a soda can – the mere thought of it made her heart race and her pussy tingle.

Beata reached into the side table and pulled out a bulky silicone dildo, a perfect replica of her latest lover. She had decided to name the lifelike toy after him: Jamal. Despite the name, she thought to herself, “Jamal ain’t never going to be as good as the real thing.” Still, her synthetic lover would suffice for now.

She slipped off her silk robe, revealing smooth, supple skin that betrayed her age. Gartered thigh-high stockings hugged her toned legs, a birthday gift from her daughter. The staticky patter of rain against the living room windows added to the erotic ambiance. Beata was ready to indulge in her favorite guilty pleasure.

The busty MILF leaned back in her chair, spreading her thighs wide. She hiked up her nightgown and tossed it over her head, exposing her pert breasts and neatly shaven cunt. Her nipples, a rosy pink, hardened from the cool air. She picked up the oversized toy and ran the realistic tip along her slick folds, teasing herself.

Beata circled the fat head around her clit, the enormous appendage dwarfing her small, erect bud. She gasped at the sensation, her walls clenching around nothing. Beating her meaty clit with the toy, she pumped it furiously, desperately seeking release.

A wahrmmm wmmm Aar Aar mmmm sounded from her mouth, like a mooing cow. The room reverberated with sharp smacks and wet squelching noises as the obscenely girthy phallus pounded her mature snatch. Her full tits jiggled with each powerful thrust. Crimson blush spread over her fair skin as she masturbated fiercely.

I… I can’t hold it anymore… Beata mewled, her eyelashes fluttering. Her ruby lips curled into an abandon’d smirk, spread with saliva. The toy pistoned in and out of her tight hole faster and faster, until she finally hit her peak.

A guttural Aaahhh rumbled from Beata’s quavering throat as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Her lithe body tensed and spasmed in ecstasy. Clear liquid squirted from her twitching hole, soaking her crotch. She shivered, powerless to stop the intense pleasure.

As the waves of euphoria subsided, Beata slumped in the chair, utterly spent. The slick, fleshy toy protruded obscenely from her puffy labia. A large wet patch glistened on the upholstery beneath her, caked with her juices. The waning daylight glowed orange through the bay windows.

Beata peeled the dildo out of her gaping cunt, her legs shaking slightly. She placed the wet toy on the side table, right next to her cone of tranquilizer-tipped darts. The lurid sight on display, a debauched life-size doll. She gathered herself and slipped back into her robe.

Little did Beata’s oblivious neighbors know, she’d just had the most intense orgasm of her life. Unfortunately, as good as it was, nothing beats the feeling of a real, hard, black cock stretching her mature holes. She glanced out the window, eyeing the neighbors across the street.

A school bus recently dropped off MALIK, Tameka’s grungy kid. Beata watched him reluctantly trek up the gravel drive. He bumped down the steps, entering the garage through the side door. A wicked smirk curled at the corner of her coral lips.

Quickly, Beata scurried to the bedroom to fix her appearance, before zipping across the street, slamming her bony tit through Tameka’s front door. Came a lustful, throaty AAAOOUUUUUULLLL! She dove onto the adolescent beast, snatching his thick dick, cramming it down her gullet.

MALIK looked down at the older white woman, his small eyes bugging out, jaw flapping. By god, she completely owned her. The bulging eyed schoolboy released a loud YEEEAAHHH as Beata slid effortlessly, unaided by his hands. He grasped at her elbows tentatively.

As she pulled off, she stared at his strange, bulging, boney face, lost in her own world of peasant retch, each foot high hair Bereft crack – TAAAAPPPPP, TAPPP. She eyed her prize: the yeiche blunn cockerel. Beata’s fleshy, warm, wet, throb CPPSAPS’ for the beastly, ornery, hairy, horsey urinal.

After fucking the poor boy black and blue, Beata tossed on her robe and shuffled unsatisfactorily across the street. Her heart fluttered, giving it another pulp – CCKKKKKKKKK. She rubbed her shriveled snatch, thanking the uncanny, unorthodox counterpoint for his quick thinking.

While Beata enjoyed her daily dose of huge phalluses, a sense of dread hung over the neighborhood. Tameka and other parents grew suspicious of Beata’s house visits, and even more curious about her peculiar lifestyle. Despite the taboo nature of her pursuits, the horny MILF continued to satisfied her carnal desires, no matter the cost. But little did she know, her perverse activities could soon reach an unthinkable detriment