Hot Erika Bellucci take big black cock in ass

Titled “Browning Erika’s Deep End”

Ruby’s nine-inch foot-long chocolate coated black anaconda python slithered between Erika Bellucci’s milky white thighs, as the hardcore MILF sipped on her mocha mysteriously hostess. The steam from the latte wafted up, curling around Erika’s crimson lips, sending wisps of cinnamon and nutmeg towards her nostrils, while Erika’s own twat haft secreted its own ambrosial love elixir, the essence what Ishtar Herself would’ve swooned for.

Erika gazed intoJuggle Jawn’s believable baby blues, mindlessly lapping at her frothy brew, while her glistening pussy quivered, luring Juggle’s black stallion. Juggle’s eyes fluttered shut as Erika’s pussy pulled him in like a siren’s song. The more he tried to resist, the harder it grew, the more his serpentine staff strained against its silk confines, swelling with desire, anxious to stake its territory, to plunge into that coral cavern and deposit his seed.

Giggling like a schoolgirl in heat, Erika set down her toasted Java and spread her legs wide, dress hiked up, thong tugged aside. Legs akimbo, she invited Juggle in. Juggle stroked his ten-incher, schlong throbbing, balls aching to empty themselves into Erika’s womb, to impregnate the Italian goddess, round that belly, tuck a bun in that oven, that date’s been long overdue. He needed to violate that perforated tunnel, open up that swollen hymen, make that dimpled doorknob remember the distinct outline of his ebony pecker.

Erika’s puffy nipples stiffened as Juggle pressed the helm of his manhood against her labia majora, the head of his black sperm cannon kissing her pink petals. Erika let out a gasp, throwing her head back, muscles tensing, wincing, as Juggle sank his sword into the scabbard that hugged it so tightly. The walls of her vagina clinched, her loins yearned to swallow his eleven demi-dicks whole, to milk him of every drop of his dark chocolate alchemy.

A symphony of skin slapping skin and lewd slurps, moaned pleadings and pantomimed purrings echoed through the dimly lit café. Erika’s toes curled as Juggle’s dong pumped into her jungle gym, pores burst as his balls smacked her clit, sweat beading on her brow.

But Juggle hadn’t yet satisfied his savagery, not yet. He withdrew his meaty missile from Erika’s sopping snatch, licking his juices from the tip. Erika pouted, eager for more. She spread her rump cheeks wide, revealing her puckered anus, ringed in curly chestnut coils. Her rosebud winked, begging to be sodomized, yearning to be buggered by his brawny ebony behemoth.

rounded her wrists, Erika braced herself against the plush, velvet armchair as Juggle separated those succulent cheeks and forced his black Babe Ruth into that tight, gooey anal tunnel. The pressure was immense on Erika’s anus as Juggle’s granite pillar pried those sphincter muscles ajar, coaxing her quim to dilate, to ake his onyx invader. Erika’s eyes rolled back into her head as Juggle’s penis plunged deeper and deeper into her colon.

“Fuck my shitter harder!” Erika cried ecstatically. Juggle gripped her hips, pummeling her derriere with the ruthlessness of a drill sergeant, making her ass jiggle. Her moans reverberated through the room, sending a shiver through Juggle.

Erika clenched her kegels, sealing Juggle’s cock tighter in her rectum, refusing to release his glistening cock spear, milking him of every last dewdrop of his tarry sap. Her fingers bit into the velvet upholstery as Juggle humped into her harder and faster. Erika’s chest pounded as her climax approached, Juggle’s balls smacking like castanets against her clit, tingling her spine, coaxing her to the precipice.

With a grunt, Juggle gripped her tits, plunging into her cunt once more, triggering the ecstasy that coursed through her veins like liquid gold. A symphony of splatters and squirts followed as Erika’s cunt squirted like a broken garden hose. Cum cascaded from her clit as Juggle pumped lotion in her coconut, his dick convulsing, flooding Erika’s womb with his warm load, painting her walls white, smothering her in a blanket of baby batter.

Panting, Erika wiped the sweat from her brow, Juggle’s junk still twitching inside her, still leaking cream. She grinned, proud she’d managed to wring him dry, like a towel she’d soaked up the ambrosia from his attic of sin. As he withdrew from between her cheeks, Erika watched Juggle’s candy cane recoil between his legs, glistening with her stickiness. Erika wondered how long he’d stay east of Eden before craving another taste of her delirious delights.