pressure gives me a hot interview and fucks me with his big dick. BBC

Pressure gazed upon the scantily clad Latin beauty before him. Her name was Fey, a saucy young Colombian woman with deep, dark eyes, full, pouty lips, and a sinful body that just begged to be explored. Her ample breasts threaten to spill out of her tiny strappy top, while her round, juicy ass was barely contained by her micro mini skirt.

“Tell the viewers a little bit about yourself, Fey,” Pressure said smoothly, his voice dripping with sexual tension. “What brings a banging piece of ass like you to my camera?”

Fey smirked, tracing a long, manicured nail along the swell of her breasts. “Well Sugar, I’m just your typical Latin girl, you know? Love spicy food, spicier men, and even spicier sex. When I heard about this interview, I knew I had to be the girl to help you break in your new video equipment.”

Pressure chuckled, his bulge already straining against his jeans. “Well, you’re certainly a fiery little minx, ain’t ya? I think the viewers are gonna love you.”

“You know it, papi,” Fey purred, shifting in her seat so her skirt rode up even higher on her thick thighs. “But enough about me. Let’s talk about you. How long you been packing that big, black anaconda in your pants?”

Pressure grinned wickedly. “Long enough to know how to handle a hungry pussy like yours, that’s for sure. You ready to find out what this BBC can do?”

Fey bit her plump bottom lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. “Fuck yes, papi. Show me what that dick is made of.”

Pressure wasted no time, unzipping his pants and freeing his monster cock. It sprung out, thick and long, the ridged shaft pulsing with need. Fey’s eyes widened, an amazed gasp escaping her glossy lips.

“Dios mío,” she breathed, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke the hot, hard length. “You weren’t kidding, papi. This is a weapon.”

“That’s right, baby girl,” Pressure said, his voice rough with lust as he pushed her down onto her knees. “Put that pretty mouth on my dick and show the viewers what you can do.”

Fell eagerly obeyed, her pink lips wrapping around his fat tip, tongue swirling, sucking hungrily like a bitch in heat. She took him deep, choking as he hit the back of her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked him over, pumping her head up and down his shaft, slobbering all over him.

Pressure grunted in pleasure, tangling his fingers in her hair. He began to fuck her face, his hips thrusting sharp and quick as he face-fucked her hard. Fey gagged and sputtered, but kept sucking, taking him deeper each time until he was buried down her hot, slick throat.

“Fuck yeah, take that dick,” Pressure growled, his muscles flexing beneath his tight shirt. “Gonna stretch out this tight little throat.”

Pulling out, he wiped his spit-soaked cock across Fey’s face before picking her up and bending her over the couch. With a harsh yank, he tore her panties away, exposing her glistening, bare pussy. Her puffy lips were slick with arousal, clit peeking out from beneath its hood.

Pressure slapped his cock against her ass, groaning at the wet sound it made. Then, with one powerful thrust, he rammed himself balls deep inside her waiting hole. Fey screamed in ecstasy, her cunt gripping him like a vice.

“Oh fuck, so tight!” Pressure gasped, starting up a brutal pace, slamming into her over and over again. “Take this dick, you filthy poco puta!”

Fey could only moan and whimper as he railroads her hard and fast, his thick cock stretching her tender walls. He screwed her mercilessly, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back, the other smacking her ass raw.

Pressure pounded Fey into oblivion, making her body jiggle with each powerful thrust. Her pussy gushed around him, ankles crossed behind his back as she encouraged him to fuck her harder, go deeper than he ever had before.

The lewd wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the studio, Fey’s desperate cries punctuated by Pressure’s harsh grunts. The sounds of raw, carnal pleasure played a symphony over the camera, driving both Pressure and Fey towards their impending climaxes.

“Gonna cum on this dick, baby?” Pressure grunted, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Fey’s ass. “That what you want, motherfucker? To drown my monstrous cock in your cum?”

“Yes, papi! Yes!” Fey shrieked, her whole body starting to convulse and shake. “Fuck, I’m cumming! Oh god, I’m cumming!”

Her pussy clamped down hard on Pressure’s thrusting shaft as she came undone, juices squirting out around him, making everything sloppy and wet. Fey wailed like a banshee, her eyes rolling back in her head as the mind-blowing orgasm tore through her.

Pressure fucked her through it, forcing the pleasure to go on and on until Fey thought she might pass out. And then he was cumming too, roaring as he pumped thick, hot spurts deep inside her hungry hole.

Dropping down onto the couch, Pressure pulled Fey onto his lap, letting her sag bonelessly against his chest. He petted her hair, soothing her as they both panted through the aftershocks of their explosive fuck.

“That was…intense,” Fey laughed breathlessly, giving him a lazy, satisfied smile. “You’re a beast, papi.”

“Only for my fans, sweetheart,” Pressure grinned, pressing a sweaty kiss to her forehead. “Make sure you give them a good money shot to end on before we wrap up.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Fey purred, a wicked gleam in her eye. “I’m gonna milk every last drop from this beautiful black cock.”

And with that, they segued back into the interview mode, Fey giving a tongue-in-cheek recap of their steamy encounter…all while Pressure’s thick cum dripped down her inner thigh.