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Chris stared at her dripping mess and held his urge to dick her down. Her hands were on her knees, keeping herself wide and on display. She was an exhibisionist of sorts and she was a masterpiece. Chris rubbed his tip at the entrance of her pussy, making her writh in utter surrender. He loved control and she loved how he owned her. He moved it up and down, before driving his eight inch obsidian rod into her, faster than her body could adjust to his size.The shock of sudden penetration made her growl as he anchored his hands firmly on her thick buttcheeks. Mitchell enjoyed the speed at which he was pounding into her. "You love getting filled? ",he asked Mitchell as he rammed deeper into her. She could only respond by moaning louder. Her hands massaged his head between her well rounded breasts and trapped it in between them. Mitchell wanted to be on top. She said it amongst broken syllables and Chris had satisfied his hunger for control. She squated right above his melanin piece of wood and slowly pushed it into her drenched donut. She opened her mouth wide, as it dissapeared between her quivering lips. She bounced on it, her huge ass clapping the rhythm. She placed her hands on his chest almost driving him into the stairs. Soon, Chris came into her. She felt like it was a tiny volcano inside of her and she couldn't help but blush. Chris wanted to make her cum too. Partly because he knew it made her wild with joy and partly to satisfy his ego. He bent her over and spanked his naughty little minx before parting her yoghurt buttcheeks with her own hands and once again drilling her core furiously. He grabbed her hair just the way she liked. The slapping noises made him drive her off the edge and push her into a waterfall of orgasm, as she splashed all over his dick and balls. He now went into her while holding her breast, till he collapsed onto her. He carried his princess to bed and slid beneath the duvet behind her. His hands once again caged her bouncy tits as his lips stayed pressed onto her neck. "You're beautiful babe ",he managed to whisper. "You're a horse ",she retorted, as she grabbed his half-erect rod. "My horse ",she purred. Chris squeezed Mitchell closer to him, as he rested his extension between her warm buttcheeks. He loved the smell of her aftersex hair. He loved feeling her chest rise and fall as she breathed her way to sleep. She slept thinking how kinky it would be if his cock would sleep in her all night, or if she woke up in the middle of the night to find him licking her pussy back to sleep. Mitchell woke up earlier than Chris.She had to check in for work. He woke up to the breathtaking sight of Mitchell stark naked looking for her shoes. He hungrily kissed both of her buttcheeks and pulled her back into bed. "B...b.. But I'll be late... ",she tried to protest. "Call in sick, am not done with you ",Chris replied. 

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