En un viaje con mi amigo, quiero probar su polla (cara a cámara) ft. Brad3xlover

It’s a sweltering summer afternoon when I meet meinen amigo Brad. We’ve been planning this road trip for weeks, eager to escape the city’s oppressive heat and explore some hidden gems in the countryside. Little do I know, by the end of this journey, Brad’s big black cock will be more than just a fleeting thought in my mind.

We piled into Brad’s beat-up Jeep, blasting tunes as we cruised down the highway. The windows were tinted, shielding us from prying eyes. Brad had that mischievous glint in his eye, as if he was scheming something delightfully wicked. Over the sound of the radio, he laid it out straight – he wanted to fuck me on camera.

” Verdad explicita, te ves como un dreamboat today. Why don’t we get a little video action going while we’re out here?” Brad said, his gaze smoldering with desire.

I couldn’t help but get weak in the knees. I’d been craving his big cock for months, fantasizing about his dominant, manly presence stretching me out. But would I really have the guts to go through with this?

“Si, si, you only live once, right?” I said with a nervous laugh. Before I knew it, we were pulling off into a secluded stretch of woods. Brad set up his camera firmly on the hood of the Jeep, pointing right at the backseat. My heart was pounding as I shimmied into the frame, only dimly lit by the city lights.

The moment Brad climbed into the backseat with me, I could feel the sexual tension crackling between us. Without wasting another moment, he took my head in his hands and kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth and making my skin feel like it was on fire. I could feel his big cock straining against his jeans as he pushed himself against me, nearly making me fall backwards.

I reciprocated his passion with reckless abandon, grinding my hips into his as our hands roved each other’s bodies like we were starved for touch. Brad wasted no time, almost violently tugging aside my shirt to reveal nipples that were already hardened with arousal. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, his soft lips and skillful tongue making me gasp and moan.

My hands found the buckle to his jeans, freeing his huge black cock as it sprung up. I wrapped my fingers around its girthy shaft, caressing the firmness with a touch that had Brad shuddering with pleasure. I leaned down, spit dripping from my mouth as I took his tip into it and sucked, feeling him grow even harder as I bobbed my head up and down.

“Puros putos,” I heard him grunt as he watched me devour his cock, recorded for all the world to see. I looked up at him through my lashes, taking him deeper into my throat like a thirsty little slut that couldn’t get enough. “Someone has been wanting this for a long time, no?”

He pulled me up and pushed me onto the seat, bending me over as he yanked my panties aside. The camera was still rolling as he spread my ass, revealing my dripping wet slit. I felt the cool air on my pussy as he rubbed his thick head against it, grazing up and down my slit and making me tremble with anticipation.

Without warning, I felt him push into me in one hard thrust, stretching me open so deep that it took my breath away. He began to fuck me hard, his big cock reaching depths I’d never felt before. “Fuck, this pussy is tight. I knew you’d be a good little cracker slut.” He said, smacking my ass and pulling my hair.

My tits bounced in the air with every movement, and I found myself pushing back against him, desperate to feel him as deep as he could go. The intensity of his thrusts made me cry out, fucking me hard and fast as I pleaded for him to fill me with his black cum.

I felt my pussy start to spasm, the relentless pounding of his huge dick quickly bringing me to the edge of oblivion. As I screamed and shuddered in orgasm, I felt him pick up the pace, his cock swelling inside me as he pumped his hot seed deep into my depths.

We finally collapsed on the seat, spent and panting. The camera was still recording, and I glanced back at it sheepishly, wondering what sorts of things we’d end up doing on the rest of our trip.