Juicy Janice – RealityKings with Chris Strokes, Janice Griffith
Title: “Janice Griffith’s Juicy Desires: An Indian Delight”
Janice Griffith, the sultry Indian beauty, had always been a free spirit. With her curvaceous figure, piercing brown eyes, and a wild tattoo snaking down her spine, she was a tantalizing mix of exotic charm and unbridled sensuality. Little did she know that her carefree ways were about to lead her into an unforgettable afternoon of raw, animalistic pleasure.
It was a scorching summer day, and Janice was lounging by the pool, her barely-there bikini leaving little to the imagination. Chris Strokes, her neighbor, sauntered over, his eyes devouring every inch of her delectable body. Janice’s nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric, and she couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of heat between her thighs.
“I’ve been watching you,” Chris said, his voice low and husky. “You’re a tease, you know that?”
Janice bit her lip, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Prove it,” she challenged, rising from her lounger and strutting towards the house. Chris followed, his cock straining against his shorts.
Once inside, Janice turned to face him, her fingers deftly untying her bikini top. Her breasts sprang free, and Chris moaned at the sight of her hard, dusky nipples. He wasted no time in tearing off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and impressive physique. Janice’s mouth watered at the sight, and she reached out to trail her fingers down his chest.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, her eyes blazing with desire. “Make me yours.”
Chris didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted Janice onto the nearby table, pushing her bikini bottoms aside and burying his face between her legs. Janice gasped as his tongue found her clit, her hips bucking against his mouth. He teased her mercilessly, flicking and sucking until she was dripping with arousal.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” she pleaded, tangling her fingers in his hair. Chris obligingly fingers alternated between her clit and her wet pussy before starting to rim her tight asshole. Janice squirmed and moaned as he tongue fucked her ass, prepping her for what was to come.
When he finally stood, his hard cock sprang free, thick and throbbing. Janice licked her lips in anticipation, but Chris had other plans. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders, propping her open for his pleasure. With a swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, stretching her walls deliciously.
Janice cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the table. Chris started fucking her in earnest, his hips slamming against hers as he pounded into her slick heat. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mixing with Janice’s increasingly desperate moans.
“That’s right, take that cock,” Chris growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Janice could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, taut as a bowstring, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she tumbled over the edge.
As if sensing her impending climax, Chris doubled his efforts, his cock hammering into her g-spot with merciless precision. Janice screamed as she came undone, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. Chris grunted, his own release imminent, and with a final, brutal thrust, he filled her with his hot seed.
They collapsed together, sweaty and spent, Janice’s legs still draped over Chris’s shoulders. “Holy shit,” she gasped, “that was insane.”
Chris chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh. “I’m not done with you yet,” he promised, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m going to fuck this tight ass until you scream.”
Janice’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and anticipation tightening her chest. She knew she was in for a wild ride, and she couldn’t wait to see just how far Chris would take her. Little did she know, her body would be well-used by the time the day was through, filled with Chris’s cum in ways she had never imagined.
