...I came back into the room already stretching my blouse over my head. Art was standing at the bar pouring us a drink. I walked up behind him and wrapped my hands around his chest. I rubbed gently until I reached his belt buckle and began working it loose. I didn’t waste time with chit chat. We had done enough of that at the club.
“You want me to give you alla this good Jamaican love, girl?" he asked.
“Yeah, Rasta mon! Give it all to me! The whole thing!”
He responded by grabbing his dick. "You think you can handle this monstrous beef-packed dick, right chere girl?"
“It’ll do Rasta mon. I just hope you can handle me. And keep talking dirty ‘cause I wanna hear that nasta, Rasta accent.”
He grabbed me tightly. “Gyal gimme dat pum pum."
Our clothes almost melted off our bodies. We charged at each other like we were desperate for affection or multiple orgasms – whichever came first. For that night he was my favorite porn star and I was his.
His strong hands caressed my heavy breasts and his fingers were tender as they circled my nipples. He twirled his tongue in my mouth. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, and nibbled on my earlobes. I could feel my wetness stirring. I wanted him to drive me into in multitudes of ecstasy. I reached for his middle finger and inserted it in my juicy pum pum.
He pushed me on the bed. His forcefulness turned me on even more. He kneeled on the floor, spread my legs, and ate like he hadn’t been fed in weeks. His tongue did acrobatics all around my clit. Hunger possessed him. I grabbed his head. I thrust my hips up against his face.
I was in ecstasy. My circumstances were far beyond existence. He stuck his tongue so deep inside of me I could feel his nose against my clit. The sensation was intense. I was on the urge of cumming when he paused. He turned me over putting me on all fours. As soon as he stuck his dick inside of me I came hard. He heard the sensational sweet love song of my moans.
“Oh fuck yea, Rasta baby!”
He beat me hard and fast. I felt like he was setting me free, like a bird out of a cage. I didn’t have a care in the world. All I wanted was to fly. To fly into multiple orgasms.
“Bring this monstrous beef to me Rasta baby!” I sat on the edge of the bed licking my lips. He guided his super sized womb twista into my mouth with one hand…the other firmly on the back of my head.
Shit! It’s too wide and long…this Jamaican lover boy about to make me deep throat it!
I braced myself...
