Thick Tgirl Fucks A Busty Woman With Nathalia Fontes

“Caught Red-Handed: Nathalia Fontes & Her Maul”

Walking through the dimly lit parking garage, Dara, a voluptuous brunette, clacked her stilettos fiercely against the concrete. Tonight was supposed to be just another girls’ night out with her coworkers at Hooters. Little did she know that her ride home would be more exciting than she ever imagined.

As Dara approached her trusty SUV, she noticed her back passenger window was slightly ajar. Strange, she thought as she went to inspect it. Suddenly, a tan, hairy hand shot out from the shadows, grabbing Dara by the throat! Before she could scream, another hand clamped over her mouth. Dara struggled violently but to no avail, pinned down by the assailant’s iron grip.

“Shh, relax sugar tits,” a deep voice purred menacingly. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Dara’s blood ran cold as the attacker flipped on the interior light, revealing Nathalia Fontes – the most notorious tranny in Miami. Nathalia grinned sadistically, her chiseled jawline and honey complexion dazzling under the harsh fluorescent light.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” Nathalia licked her full lips, her piercing eyes roaming Dara’s curvaceous figure. “Aren’t you a tasty little morsel, all dolled up and ready for the picking.” She forcefully spread Dara’s thighs. The busty woman squirmed under Nathalia’s dominating touch, gasping as she felt the pre-cum soaked crotch of Nathalia’s jeans grinding insistently against her barely concealed lace panties.

“I’ve had my eye on your skimpy little outfits all night long, you sexy tease,” Nathalia growled. Unzipping her fly with one hand, she revealed her massive throbbing she-snake, already dripping with excitement. Dara’s eyes widened, and she tried desperately to turn her head as Nathalia used her own spit to lubricate her length.

“Mmm fuck, you have no idea what you’ve been missing, girl,” Nathalia mused, licking Dara’s full lips before shoving her tongue in the blonde’s throat, muffling her terrified whimpers.

With wicked force, Nathalia pinned Dara down on the backseat bench, straddling her hips. Nathalia’s hands made quick work of ripping off Dara’s flimsy top, exposing her luscious breasts. She turned her pagan attentions to suckling Dara’s nipples, biting and stroking the sensitive flesh until the nubs were excruciatingly hard between her teeth.

“P-Please Natal…Nathalia, d-don’t do this…” Dara mumbled, half-incoherent. Her disheveled hair splayed across the leather seats. By the time Nathalia realized Dara was conscious enough to speak, it was too late. The tranny pressed her lips to Dara’s in a searing kiss, not wanting to hear a word of protest.

Dara felt a painful tear between her legs as something huge and slick invaded her most sacred place, stretching her virgin walls to their limits. She was so tight and dry that the transcock scraped along the tortured canal. Dara thrashed against the bench, wailing into Nathalia’s mouth as if being split open by a steel rod. But Nathalia’s heartless hands pinned Dara to the leather, keeping her splayed open like an offering to a hungry deity.

“Oooh yeah, that’s it, little cock-sleeve,” Nathalia purred, enjoying the sweet torture of breaking her prey in. Each inch deeper brought Dara closer to a whimpering, blubbering mess. Her mind was already losing its grip on reason and consciousness. “You like that, don’t you? You like being doggy-Style and dominated by a rude shemale?”

Dara’s muffled sobs rose to anguished cries as she felt her tight petite body contorting around Nathalia’s girthy member – each powerful thrust inflaming the burning, tender walls of her pussy. The transgirl’s phallus was rock-hard and throbbing, obliterating any chance of an escape. Dara’s head lolled against the seat cushion as she was forced to take every inch of steel-hard goddess cock.

“Shit, I think your little cunt is trying to suck me in deeper,” Nathalia snarled, her climax rising through her body. The force of the inhuman penetration was jostling Dara viciously with each thrust. The tranny’s balls smacked against her anus, which puckered and grew tighter with each passing second. Dara’s screams rang out, surely unheard amid the cars rushing by in the street above.

“Hnnngh! F-f-f-f-fuuuuck!!” Dara wailed as she came explosively, juices squirting everywhere. But the goddess just picked up her brutal tempo, plowing Dara’s spasming pussy like a jackhammer on full tilt. Gushing parks of cock-cream flooded Dara’s inner canal until it was completely flooded. Fondles of cum began to ooze from her overstretched hole in a warm, thick liquid.

Nathalia finally slowed her relentless assault as her erection began to wilt. Tapping Dara’s cheek condescendingly, she forced the defeated beauty to open her eyes. “Good girl,” she cooed. “I think you earned a special treat…” Dara watched in mute horror as Nathalia produced a jagged deck of playing cards. With one hand, she pried Dara’s limp mouth open. With the other, she crammed the entire deck down her throat, effectively gagging the trembling victim.

Plugged and stuffed, warming and glowing in the afterglow. Maker’s Boot Make better than she ever imagined possible. Nathalia narrowed her eyes evilly, relishing the sight of her captive suffering. “Let’s keep this little tryst our little secret, shall we?” She whispered, as if Dara could open her mouth to speak. The lights of the parking garage faded into an ocean of black as Dara lost consciousness, the last thing she saw before she blacked out being Nathalia’s shimmering, sadistic grin…and the long, laden male appendage that had just ravaged her most sacred place. A little warning sign of what was yet to come…