“Ungh!” Doreen groaned. “So fucking good. Your cock is filling my pussy, Jamal. You’re all the way inside me. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Jamal groaned through the fabric stuffed in his mouth.
“Your cock is stretching my pussy walls. Can you feel it?”
Jamal did not respond. Instead, he rolled his hips slightly, causing is cock to rub against the inner surfaces of Doreen’s tender pussy.
“Mmmmm,” Doreen moaned. “I feel you all the way in my belly.”
Doreen placed her hands on Jamal’s outstretched thighs and braced herself. She used the leverage to slide her pussy up and down his shaft. She pumped her legs several times, raising and lowering her soft wide ass cheeks with every thrust. Doreen felt her pussy getting wetter with every downstroke.
After just a few minutes of riding Jamal’s shaft, Doreen felt an orgasm approaching. She increased her speed, bouncing up and down on the young man’s lap with greater urgency. The wet sound of Jamal’s cock sloshing inside her juicy hole, the smacking of soft skin against hard flesh, and Doreen’s grunts were the only noises in the room.
“Ungh! Yes! Right there!”
Doreen’s orgasm washed over her like the tide rolling over footprints in the sand. For a few brief seconds she was aware of nothing but the heat rising from her pussy and the searing electricity numbing her brain. The pleasure obliterated her consciousness, passed through her, and left her hungry for more.
“That was so good,” she panted. “Did you cum?”
Doreen turned and looked back at Jamal.
“Just nod,” she said.
Jamal shook his head from side to side.
“Good,” Doreen said. “I want more.”
Doreen leaned forward, shifting more of her weight from her feet to her hands, which were still pressed against Jamal’s thighs. She arched her back and looked up at the ceiling, causing her butt cheeks to shift upward, and thereby filling the lower half of Jamal’s field of vision with her soft white globes.
“Do you like my ass, Jamal?” Doreen asked. “I hear black men like big white booties. Is that true, Jamal?”
Jamal groaned through the panties filling his mouth.
Doreen rolled her hips and rubbed her soft white butt cheeks against Jamal’s hard stomach. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around the young man’s knees, and lifted her hips. She rode up and down on his long black cock, reveling in the exquisite friction that position afforded.
“Ungh!” Doreen grunted. “I’m going to cum again. This is going to be a big one.”
Doreen straightened her back and shifted her weight to the balls of her feet. She leaned back into Jamal’s chest and ground her ass into his groin, driving his cock deep into her belly.
“Mmmm! Yes! Almost…there.”
The older woman bounced up and down on the younger man’s thighs. She dug her nails into his skin and alternately pushed and pulled, raising and then lowering her pussy on his shaft. The warmth in her pussy spread to her clit, and then continued racing through her nervous system until it reached her nipples. From there it seared a direct path to the back of her brain.
“Almost! Right…there. Ungh!”
Doreen slammed her butt into Jamal’s groin. She rose up and down, faster and faster, driving his shaft deeper and deeper into her pussy. Every downward stroke sent his long black cock deep into her womb. Her body was on fire. Electric current sizzled throughout her nervous system. It was getting harder for her to breathe.
“Ungh! Yes! That’s…ungh! I’m…cumming!”
An explosion in the back of her head sent Doreen over the edge. At the same time, she felt Jamal stiffen and his shaft swell up inside her. Doreen rode the rising wave of pleasure, digging her finger nails into Jamal’s thighs and pressing her ass into his groin. Every nerve in her body tingled. Her vision went black, and then she collapsed on Jamal’s chest.
“Wow. That was…wow. Look at me, I’m shaking.”
Doreen stood up on unsteady feet. She took a step, and then put her hand on Jamal’s shoulder for support. She reached for the panties and removed them from his mouth.
“I’m sorry, I forget that was there.”
“You’re one crazy ass bitch, you know that?”
“Don’t be mad. Did you cum?”
“Good. Good for you. I did too. Twice, actually. You’ve got a helluva cock, Jamal. That was incredible.”
“Can I go now?”
“Yes, you’re free to go. Let me get those restraints off you.”
Doreen took out a pair of scissors and cut off the plastic zip ties. Jamal stood, pulled up his pants, and headed for the door.
“This isn’t over. You know that, don’t you bitch?”
“We’re through here, Jamal. I would love to fuck you again next year, perhaps. Black Cock Friday is my favorite day of the year.”
“You’ll be hearing from me, I promise.”
“Good bye, Jamal. Go out that door, turn right, and exit through the door at the end of the hallway. Enjoy the rest of your day shopping. And good luck with that Christmas list.”