I Got Smashed On The Table By A Bbc
Title: “Ride Her Hard, Ride Her Fast: A Tattooed Milf’s Big Black Cock Fantasy Fulfilled”
Subtitle: “This Ebony MILF Got RAMMED Hard on the Table by a BBC in This Erotic Adventure”
The African video “I Got Smashed on the Table by a BBC” begins with a provocative scene – Shaka, a dark-skinned, muscular ebony man straddled atop a wooded table. His abs ripple menacingly, sweat glistening on his body as he rocks back and forth, unzipping his jeans to unleash his megacock.
Behind the camera, we hear an enticing voice – Shondra. A tattooed, big-ass MILF. “You want that B-E-Double-C, don’t you doll?” she asks teasingly. Shondra’s snakeskin tattoo coils around her thigh as she stripped her dress off, revealing D-cup tits and a heart-shaped ass. “Grab that BBC, Shaka.”
With ape-like agility, Shaka lunges at her. They tumble to the floor – Shondra underneath, giggling as Shaka pins her wrists over her head. His cannon presses into her thigh. “Mmmm yeah, mmm yeah,” she moans. “Put that monster in me.”
Shondra guides his horse cock into her soaked tunnel. It’s a snug fit, her sultry honeydrenched walls clench around his veiny tree trunk. They both gasp. He pistons higher, faster. “Fuck girl, you’re tight,” Shaka grunts.
The camera shakily zooms in on her tantalizing breasts, bouncing with each thrust. Shaka pounds and pounds, her soft thighs jiggling, hands pawing his firm glutes as he sodomizes her into oblivion.
Suddenly, Shondra lurches up. “Flip me over,” she commands, “laminate my taint on the table.” He obliges, tripping her over the edge before shoving his dick back in her swampy depths. “Fuck, yeah baby!” she screams.
Shaka yanks her hair, drilling down to her cervix. Her.Forbidden.Treasure.Cavern bursts open under the relentless pressure from his steel scepter. “Slap my ass,” Shondra begs. SMACK-SMACK go his palms on her bubbly crumpets. “Harderrr!”
He smacks, pounds, rails, rolls, and thrashes. Shondra thrashes, quivering, moaning yummy mummy. Juices ooze down her legs in creamy ribbons as he spear her womb with his BBC, jerking violently in ecstasy. “Gonna shoot that nasty nut up in this sweet little honey pot. This pussy’s owned, doll.”
Shondra keens, back arching, Fingers scrabbling against the floorboards. She shudders, convulses, pulsates, explode into orgasmic oblivion. Quivering from head to toe. Screaming through clenched teeth and heaving broncos. Shondra crumples while he pounds, skin slapping, sweat splashing, lungs burning, her face awash in the extreme pleasure-pain. “Don’t comercises!” she cries. “Breed me, Shaka!”
Shaka pulls out, his BBC glistening with slobber. He slaps it against her cheek, spraying his seed. Milk drips down her chin, matting her psychedelic tresses. But Shondra looks utterly satiated. “That was the hardest dicking I ever had,” she sighs.
“Damn right, sexy. I smashed your cookie real good.”
Shondra laughs, nuzzling into his neck. “Mmmm…you sure did.” She smooths his chest, savoring their sweat-slicked closeness. “You can smash this pussy anytime, boy.”
“Anytime, anywhere, darlin’. When you ready for round two, doll?”
THE END
