Sara jay lil d smoke & fuck interview pt 2

“Sara Jay Smokes and Fucks: A Naughty Interview, Part 2”

Sara Jay lay stretched out on the sleek leather couch, the sparking tip of her smoldering cigarette dancing hypnotically in the air. She took a long drag, exhaling languidly as wisps of clove-scented smoke curled around her full, pouty lips. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, smoldering with lust as she watched the lanky figure of Lil D slowly prowling closer. The city lights below flickered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the couple’s entwined bodies.

“What’s taking you so long, baby?” Sara purred, her voice a husky, breathy coo that seemed to echo through the penthouse suite. She sat up, arching her back like a contented cat and extinguishing her cigarette in an oversized ashtray. The movement drew attention to her spectacular figure – her empire-waist dress straining against her buxom chest, her hourglass hips tapering down to slender, dancer’s legs.

Lil D approached the couch, his eyes locked onto Sara’s. He roughly pulled her close, burying his face between her heavy breasts. He nibbled and sucked at her sensitive flesh, his hands roaming up and down her sides. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you baby?” Sara moaned. She raked her nails through Lil D’s thick, curly hair as he continued his passionate ministrations.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” Lil D growled, his voice muffled by Sara’s silicone-enhanced bosom. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

Sara felt her heartbeat quicken, her core already clenching with anticipation. She pushed Lil D backwards onto the couch, straddling him. Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle as she ground her hips against his growing bulge. “Ohoho, what do we have here?” she teased.

Once she freed his massive, chocolate beast, Sara couldn’t resist dropping to her knees and running her tongue along the shaft. She savored the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum. Looking up through hooded eyes, she gradually took his entire length into her warm, inviting mouth.

Lil D’s head rolled back and his eyes shut tight as he lost himself in the exquisite sensation. “Damn, girl…” he groaned. He thrust his hips rhythmically, fucking her face with deep, forceful plunges.

Sara popped him out of her mouth and dumped a generous amount of slut-saliva in her palm. She licked her lips seductively, then proceeded to jack him off – twisting her wrist and stroking his entire length with a maddeningly slow, pulsating rhythm.

“Mmm-hmm…” she hummed, “You like that, don’t you? The way my hand feels on that big, beautiful cock?”

Lil D could only moan in response, his body boiling over with lust. Sara straddled him again, this time lowering herself onto his turgid pole. “Ahhhhhh, fuck!” she squealed as she felt him stretch her walls taut. Grabbing his broad shoulders, Sara began bouncing up and down Lil D’s shaft, each stroke hitting her sweet spot perfectly.

Blindsided by the intense pleasure, Lil D grabbed handfuls of Sara’s bountiful ass, guiding her hips as she rode. Sara reached up and freed her honking tits from her dress, fondling and sucking on her erect nipples as she twerked to the beat of her own moans.

After severales rounds of vigorous fucking, Sara pulled out and Lil D stood up, his rigid member jutting out like a weapon. “I want you to bend me over and FUCK me,” she pleaded, her pupils blown wide with raging lust. “Fuck this MILF like you mean it.”

Lil D didn’t need to be asked twice. He bent Sara over the armrest, smacking her massive juicy ass and reveling in the sight of it jiggling. Then he plowed into her steaming center, his pelvis slapping hard against her bubbly cheeks.

“Grab my hair!” she cried between thrusts. Lil D obliged, fisting Sara’s long, silky tresses and yanking her head back as he railed her. Meaty smacks and guttural groans filled the room as the rutting couple fucked like animals in heat.

Sara felt Lil D reach around to rub her erect clit in fast circles. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” she chanted. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum on this huge fucking cock!”

A moment later, Sara’s pussy convulsed around Lil D’s shaft in a series of violent tremors. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Warm liquid spurted from her cunt, coating Lil D’s pistoning member.

“That’s right, bust a fucking nut!” Sara crowed ecstatically. “Knock this old pussy up!”

A red flush crept up Lil D’s neck and his balls tightened, signaling his imminent climax. Ramming his cock as deep as it would go, he let out a guttural roar as he exploded inside Sara’s still-quivering walls, flooding her core with thick ropes of creamy cum.

The lovers collapsed onto the plush carpet helplessly, bodies twitching from the aftershocks. They lay tangled in a spent, sweaty mess as their racing heart rates gradually returned to normal. Sara nuzzled into the crook of Lil D’s neck, inhaling the musky scent of his skin.

“That was incredible, Sara,” Lil D panted. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Sara smiled, her inner walls still fluttering around his semi-hard cock. “Oh baby, we’re nowhere near done yet…”

With that, the MILF straddled the young stud once more, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, ready for a second round of delicious debauchery.