Natasha Nice Gets to Ride Carlo’s Big Cock

The sultry strains of enchanted music wafted through the air as Natasha Nice entered the dimly lit boudoir, her heart pounding with anticipation. There, propped up against the sumptuous four-poster bed, lounged the object of her desire – Carlo, a man whose raw, animal magnetism was exceeded only by the prodigious size of his member.

Natasha’s emerald eyes roamed hungrily over Carlo’s chiseled physique, drinking in every rippling muscle. As she sank to her knees before him in reverent worship, she could feel herself growing wet with want. Carlo’s manhood sprang forth from its confines, an imposing column of virility. Natasha’s throat constricted at the breathtaking sight.

Slowly, teasingly, Natasha caressed Carlo’s manhood with delicate fingers, tracing the pulsing veins and maintaining eye contact the whole time. He inhaled sharply and his hips twitched as if urging her on. In response, Natasha leaned in and flicked out her tongue to lap at the bead of moisture at the swollen tip. Carlo groaned.

Stimulated by his response, Natasha began to swirl her tongue around the head, lapping up his salty essence. She hollowed her cheeks and took him into her mouth, inch by delicious inch. The tip thumped the back of her throat and she fought the urge to gag.

Natasha reached up and fondled Carlo’s heavy testicles as she began to bob her head, sucking him off with sensual abandon. Her other hand traced feather-light patterns on his thighs and abs, savoring the steel beneath the soft skin.

After several minutes of mind-numbing bliss, Carlo grunted, urging Natasha to her feet. He pushed her gently back onto the bed and climbed over her, hands caressing and squeezing her every curve. Leaning down, he kissed and nibbled his way up from her inner thighs to the slick folds of her mound, inhaling her heady musk.

Natasha writhed and moaned as Carlo’s skilled tongue stroked along her petals, probing her entrance and circling her throbbing clit. When he sealed his lips around the sensitive bud and began to suck, she nearly screamed. A sudden surge of arousal drenched Carlo’s chin.

When he began thrusting two fingers into her sopping channel, Natasha cried out, hips bucking to meet his digits. Carlo fingered her hard and fast, crooking them to stroke her inner walls and making her back arch off the bed. Groaning, Natasha reached down to grab Carlo’s hair, grinding herself against his face.

“That’s it baby, eat that pussy,” she hissed. “Make me cum on that sexy tongue.”

Carlo responded by driving his fingers in deeper and harder, and Natasha felt her climax building fast. Her thighs clenched around his head and she threw her own head back, eyes squeezing shut, as the pleasure crested and crashed through her.

Gasping and trembling from the force of her orgasm, Natasha finally pushed Carlo away. She needed him inside her now. Sprawling back on the bed, she beckoned to him.

Carlo crawled over her and pressed his thick cock head against her entrance. Natasha wrapped her legs around his waist, wordlessly urging him forward. With a flex of his hips, Carlo thrust into her in one smooth stroke.

The sensation of being so thoroughly stretched and filled made Natasha see stars. Carlo paused to let her adjust, then began to move. He started slow, letting her feel every inch, then gradually increased his rhythm until he was powering into her at a steady, relentless pace.

“Yes, fuck me!” Natasha cried, raking her nails down his sweat-slicked back. “Harder!”

Carlo obliged, snaking a hand between them to work her clit as he plowed into her, skin slapping against skin. Natasha mewled and writhed beneath him, her body coiling tighter and tighter as he brought her to the peak.

She came with a wail, clenching around his pistoning cock like a vice. Carlo continued to pound through her release until his own imminent orgasm forced him to pull out. Natasha whimpered at the loss of his thickness.

“Shhh baby, I got you,” Carlo said soothingly, flipping her over. “I’m not done with you.”

He draped her over the side of the bed, in full view of the mirror, and nudged her legs apart. Natasha watched, entranced, as Carlo lined himself up and plunged back into her, balls deep. She leaned forward and braced her elbows on the mattress as Carlo began to fuck her in earnest, hips slapping her ass with every sharp thrust.

In the mirror’s reflection, Natasha could see her breasts swaying heavily as Carlo rode her ruthlessly, his gaze glued to the spot where they were joined. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Carlo grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises and redoubled his efforts, racing toward his own climax.

“Cum inside me,” Natasha begged, voice wrecked. “Fill me up.”

With a guttural groan, Carlo obliged, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with his hot release. Natasha gasped at the sensation, aftershocks still fluttering through her core.

She collapsed face-down on the bed, only to be flipped over again as Carlo climbed, still stiff, between her thighs. His hair was mussed and a fine sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. Natasha had never wanted anyone so badly in her life.

Carlo propped up her legs and pushed back inside with one smooth stroke, the motion causing his cum to ooze out around his shaft. He set a slow, sensual pace, hips undulating sensuously. Natasha tipped her head back with a pleasured purr, running her hands over his shoulders and chest.

They rutted for what felt like hours, until Natasha couldn’t even raise a hand to touch herself, delirious from the endless pleasure. Carlo finally brought them both to a third shared climax by pinning her wrists beside her head and driving into her at a relentless pace.

Completely spent, he collapsed beside her, their bodies still connected, and pulled her close. Natasha buried her face in his throat, relishing his warmth and the feeling of fullness. Her pussy was sore and included withutterly spent, still fluttering weakly around his shaft.

As they lay there together, basking in the afterglow, Natasha knew she would never be satisfied with anything less than Carlo’s unparalleled manhood again. She had found her soulmate, her cock-mate, and she wasn’t letting him go