Enchendo o rabo da preta de porra

Title: “Enchendo o Ra-bo da Pre-ta de Por-r-a”

The pounding of the music pulsed through the dimly lit room, vibrating the very walls as sinewy bodies gyrated in a carnal dance. Amidst the heaving mass of tanned skin and glistening muscles, she stood out like a polished onyx stone. Her raven hair cascaded down her back in tight curls, contrasting sharply against the pale bodies that pressed against her from all sides.

She was the very definition of an ebony goddess, her full lips curled into a sultry smile as she danced with the same sensual abandon as those around her. Her movements were fluid, each curve and contour of her body undulating in time with the pulsating beat. She knew she was the center of attention, the object of lustful gazes that roamed over her bare flesh as if they could physically touch her.

A strapping young man, his tanned skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, approached her from the crowd. He moved with the confidence of youth, his eyes locked onto her like a predator stalking its prey. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the raw sexual energy that radiated from him as he drew closer.

He moved behind her, his hips pressed against her rounded bottom as he grasped her waist with a firm grip. She leaned back against him, her head resting on his chest as they began to move in perfect sync. His hands roamed over her body, his fingertips trailing up her sides and across her taut stomach.

She turned in his arms, her lips a hair’s breadth from his as she stared into his eyes. The hunger she saw there made her catch her breath, a shiver of anticipation running through her. She grabbed him by the hand and led him away from the throng of dancing bodies, towards a darkened corner of the room.

The room was filled with couples and groups engaged in various intimate acts, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sexual arousal. They found an empty space near the back wall, and he pressed her against the cool surface, his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss.

His hands were everywhere at once, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, tracing patterns down her ribs and waist. She gasped as he nipped at her bottom lip, her nails raking down his back. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her mouth as he ground his hips against hers.

She could feel the thick outline of his member pressing against her, the heat of it even through the confines of his jeans. She reached down, her hand cupping him through the denim as she squeezed gently. He swore under his breath, his head dropping to her shoulder as he bit down on the flesh there.

She pushed his jeans down, the hard length of him springing free as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. He was impressive, the skin silky smooth and hot to the touch. She stroked him slowly, her thumb circling the swollen head as she felt him throb against her palm.

He turned them, pressing her down onto the cushioned bench as he knelt between her thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath on her sex, the teasing brush of his stubbled chin against her inner thigh. She bucked her hips up, a silent plea for more.

He obliged, his tongue delving between her folds to stroke at her clit. She cried out, her hands fisting in his hair as he lavished her with attention. He licked and suckled, his fingers pumping into her wet heat as she rode his face.

She could feel the tension building within her, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in her core. He drove her higher, his fingers curling just so, pressing against that spot inside her that made her see stars.

She came with a silent scream, her body shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. He didn’t let up, continuing to lap at her as she came down, drawing out every last tremor until she was boneless beneath him.

He crawled up her body, his mouth captured hers in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the musky sweetness of her arousal mingling with the salty tang of sweat.

She reached down, wrapping her hand around his throbbing cock as she guided him to her entrance. He pushed forward, the thick head of him parting her folds as he slid inside. They both groaned at the sensations, the exquisite feeling of him stretching her, filling her.

He began to move, his hips snapping forward as he drove into her again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails scoring down his back as she urged him on. He increased his pace, the slapping of flesh echoing obscenely in the room.

She could feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter within her with each thrust. She tightened around him, her inner muscles gripping him like a vice as she teetered on the edge.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his rhythm faltering as he neared his own peak. With a final, brutal thrust, he drove into her, his cock pulsing as he released inside her.

She cried out, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm as she felt his hot seed coating her walls. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids as they struggled to catch their breath.

Slowly, as the haze of post-orgasmic bliss began to fade, they separated. He disposed of the used condom in a nearby waste bin, tucking himself back into his jeans as he kissed her goodbye.

She stood there for a moment, watching as he melted back into the crowd. She could still feel the phantom sensation of him inside her, the stretching ache of overuse. She smiled to herself, the afterglow of their encounter suffusing her entire being.

She felt sated, satisfied in a way that only raw, animalistic sex could provide. She would remember this moment, this feeling, long after the bruises faded and the soreness subsided.

She turned and made her way back out onto the dance floor, ready to lose herself in the pulsing beat and carnal movement once more. The night was far from over, and there were plenty more willing partners to be found.

But for now, she would revel in the afterglow, the feeling of being thoroughly and completely fucked. She was the Black Queen, and tonight, she had been well and truly NKNGed. And she had loved every second of it.