Rearranging Her Tiny Little Guts

“Rearranging Her Tiny Little Guts: An Interracial Exploration”

The camera zooms in lovingly on her delicate features as the petite brunette lies back on the bed, a gentle sheen of perspiration on her pale skin. Her small breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths, taut nipples straining against the thin fabric of her camisole. She looks up at the man looming over her, eyes wide and trembling with anticipation.

His muscles ripple beneath deep ebony skin as he removes his boxers, unleashing an impressive, thick length of darker flesh. The brunette gasps, cheeks glowing pink, as she takes in the sheer size of him. He smirks, knowing all too well the effect he has on tiny, inexperienced white girls like her. In one smooth motion, he rips away her panties, silky strands drifting to the floor like fallen petals.

“Oh God…” she whimpers, writhing in trepidation and delicious dread. He doesn’t grant her words a response, instead spreading apart supple thighs with strong hands. The lewd wetness of her tidy little slit is already glistening in the lamplight. He thumbs through slickened folds, firm strokes sending shockwaves of pleasure through her lithe form. Her head tosses back and forth against the pillows, golden tresses splayed out like a halo.

“Mmmh… you’re so tight,” he growls, the heat of his prominent arousal burning her untouched entrance. He teases the swollen head along her weeping slit and the brunette bucks, curling toes and beckoning him inside with desperate little whimpers. But he holds back, determined to thoroughly explore her quivering depths.

“Please…” she begs, “I need it… I need you to…” Her plea is cut short by a guttural moan as he impales her on his thick, throbbing shaft. The intense stretch steals her breath, hot walls clenching rapidly in instinctive resistance. But he pushes through, splitting her open and driving in to the hilt.

She screams, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails leaving angry red crescents in his inky skin. He gives her a moment to adjust before drawing back slowly. Her soaked passage gape around his girth as he withdraws, until only the tip remains buried inside. He gives two shallow pumps, blissful friction igniting the first sparks of pleasure.

Then he pulls out completely, leaving her an empty, aching void. The brunette keens in protest, trying to wrap her slender legs around his waist to keep him deep within her greedy channel. But he holds her thighs apart, dominant hands on her inner thighs. She mewls and undulates helplessly, a sea of need washing over her young face.

Finally, he surges back in, thick rod splitting her in two. She throws her head back with a ragged cry,incandescent bliss wracking her small frame. He sets a relentless pace, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other kneading a ripe breast roughly. The brunette’s vision whitens around the edges from the ruthless pounding, the slap of slick flesh filling the room.

Each powerful thrust slams against her cervix, rearranging her tiny insides in the most wonderful ways. She feels herself blooming open, her pliant body yielding to his every demand. Her mind blanks, a hazy fog of savage lust descending on her, alien sensations unraveling a hidden core of depravity.

“S-So big…” she chants deliriously, lost to the pleasure-pain of his massive cock jackhammering into her. “F-fill me… ruin me…” Whorish words fall from her lips unfiltered, any shred of innocence obliterated. She squirms wantonly, reveling in the obscene wet sounds and her own shameless moans.

The deep plummeting changes, angles shifting as he seizes her hips and switches to a kneeling position. He hauls her pelvis up off the bed, skewering her even deeper and grunting with every stroke. Obscene slurping noises echo as he plumbs her core relentlessly. The brunette quivers violently, knowing she’s on the verge of shattering.

“Come on baby…” His deep baritone thunders above her, “Give it to me… let me feel this tight pink pussy spasm on my cock…” He punctuates his words with particularly vulgar grinding, the head of his shaft battering her womb with every thrust. She shrieks, back bowing sharply as savage contractions tear through pushed out of her outstretched hand, streaking her flat belly with hot seed.

He keeps her in place, forcing her to milk him dry, as the last spurts splatter onto her trembling thighs. Slowly, he pulls out, his flaccid member glistening obscenely in the lamplight. The brunette’s ravaged tunnel contracts around nothing, a quenching emptiness. Gently he turns her over, spooning his limp sex against the crack of her ass.

They lay there, bodies tangled, basking in the warm afterglow. The girl languidly traces a finger along the inroads of his chest, a saucy smirk playing on her soft lips.

“That was… wow…” She rotates her hips, rubbing her plush bottom along his still impressively sized cock. “You’re honestly so huge… I couldn’t even walk straight if I tried.”

He rolls her over with a chuckle, capturing her pliant mouth in a blistering kiss. “Oh angel…” He nips lightly at her swollen bottom lip. “Just you wait until we round two. You won’t be walking for a week…”