Standing in line at the post office during the Christmas season is my penalty for waiting so long to send this package to a family member who lives out of state. The place is packed like a can of sardines. I notice you have a baseball cap and a heavy sweater for this cool evening as you stand ahead of me. Just as you take a step forward, so do I, however, two loud-ass kids yelling distracts me, and I don’t see as you stop and bend down to pick up your package, and the next thing I know, my spear is pressed right in the center of your booty crack. I want to say I’m sorry or excuse me, but before I open my mouth, I don’t see you react to this embarrassing situation you tighten your booty against me, and in seconds, blood races into my spear, and brings it to life. Now, I’m afraid to step away for fear someone might see my very noticeable bulge. I sigh, then smile with a devious grin as I subtly pump my pelvis forward to let you know, I’m down with this naughty game.
So here we are in the middle of a post office, packed with people, grinding, pumping up against each other.
You gasp in a whisper, as you partially turn your head back to catch a glimpse of the man who has his hard meat against your cheeks.
My emotions make me weak, as I subtly raise my hand and grab your waist tight, then give you a slight yank back against me and I hear you sigh. To anyone nearby, it might have sounded like a cry of boredom, but not to us. We know the deal. Like a fat booty slut, you flex and clench that bubble back and now I’ve got a string of precum rolling down my leg.
Finally, it’s your turn at the counter and I quickly lower my box to cover my erection. As you handle your transaction, you casually glance about, and then subtly look back at me. I flash a sly smile back at you. Once you’re finished at the counter, you seem not to notice when a ticket falls out of your hand. I see this as my cue, and I move into action.
I quickly dash forward and narrowly reach fatih escort the ticket before a kid. I call out, you turn, and I hand you back your ticket. As you thanked me, you mouthed the words. I’ll wait outside.
The second I complete my business; I am out the door and scout about to see if I can find you. I heard a voice call out. I trace the voice and see you in the door of a bakery.
“You’re very naughty, you know that?” I scold playfully.
“It’s all in fun.” You reply.
“Until it’s not, playing naughty games like that will get you a spanking.”
“Who, by you?” You flash a sly smile as you glance down at the noticeable tool that assaulted you only minutes ago.
“Yeah, since you committed this naughty offense against me, I’d be the best person to administer punishment.
“I live right around the corner. What do you plan to use to administer this punishment?”
“With these two guys right here,” I reply as I lift my hands.
“Okay, listen, do you like cake?” You ask.
“Yeah, I love it.”
“Well, I like to bake them.”
“And I love to eat them,” I interject with a devious smile.
You shiver slightly and stammer as you say.
“Give me a minute, I want to buy this special cake mix, okay?”
“I’m here,” I reply.
Minutes later, I am standing in the living room as I wait for you after you excuse yourself to the bathroom. My eyes expand as I see you reenter the room in a pair of white base polka dot shorts that look painted on your fat, round, tight booty.
“You have any olive oil?” I ask.
“Yes,” you reply.
“Good, get it and bring it to me.”
My chest heaves as I see you swing and bounce and switch that booty before me like raw meat to a black lion. I take the bottle from your hand; I clench my hands as I bark in a drill sergeant voice and point to your sofa.
I slowly stroke my uncut, veiny spear then place one hand on your shoulders, çapa escort force you down on your knees, and you immediately snatch my tool as it bounces before your eyes and force-feed it inside your hungry mouth.
You suck my Johnson with an eagerness, an unbridled urgency that tells me it’s been a long time since you worshiped at the pleasure of a well-built, black stud. It doesn’t take you long before you got my hard, flesh spear ready to spray when I catch myself, step back and point to the sofa.
“Assume the position. I mean faced away, ass, and your feet aimed back at me. Move that fat booty.”
Once you are on the sofa, you look back and see me as I continuously, clap my hands together.
“You notice my oily hands as I move in on you.
“You’re such a naughty little girly for turning me on like that and now it’s time to pay.
I spank your ass and watch as it wobbles and jiggles before me, then I pour olive oil all over your upper, lower back, and fat bubble, squat on one knee behind you, spread your cheeks, and slide my head between them. My tongue darts, my lips smooch and my mouth, lips, and tongue devour your pretty hole. I extend my arms out on either side of you, then slap them against your booty cheeks.
I repeat the process again and again, then all once I climb to my feet, grip my spear and stab it between your cheeks. Your sphincter is a bit resistant, but with the olive oil, all at once my spear pops through and the hard veiny part of me disappears inside of you.
I drill you like a machine, then suddenly stop, pull out, drop to my knees, and orally attack that fat booty with my lips, mouth, and tongue.
The sounds of your moans of ecstasy fill my ears and intensify my desire to take out my primal urges on you. I growl like a beast as I wrap my muscular arms, below, then wrap around your thighs, and lift that booty hole to reach my hungry mouth. I’m in full güngören escort beast mode now, and I drop you back down on the sofa, take hold of my spear, and stab it right back inside your body. I’m pumping, stroking, and grunting and you cry out loudly as it hits you, dead center at the end of your anal cavity and second ring.
“Hmm, um, that’s it, baby…yeah give up that ass to drill daddy, give all this pussy to me.
Once again, I go buck wild as I thrust without consciousness, then wrap one arm around your waist, lean in closer wrap my other arm around your neck, and squeeze my hard bicep into your throat. I long-dick you, then long-stoke you slowly then gradually increase my pace until I’m once again drilling you like a savage, and each time I make a fleshly impact with your cheeks, I feel my balls slap up beneath you, I shorten the distance of my stroke. I flex and squeeze my bicep into your throat, stealing away your air. This causes you to clench that pussy around my spear. I’m all over you, sweat pours off me and rains down on you. I can feel the hot sperm as it charges up the length of my spear and I pump, and stick, and jam, and then…
A guttural roar escapes my lips, as jet strings of my African brew sprays out of me and splatters about your stretched-out pussy walls. I summoned my focus, reach around, and down and take hold of your large clit, squeeze it and now we’re both groaning in blissful ecstasy as we share an intense orgasmic experience.
For several minutes, we remain in the same position as if reluctant to let the moment end.
Finally, you kiss my hand as you say.
“That was intense.”
“Unbelievable, I’m loving this fat back. “I proclaim as I slap it vigorously until you remark.
“Well, you know, I am going to have to charge you, at least partially.”
“Charge me, you can’t be serious. Charge me for what?”
“For buying some new sofa cushions, we’ve ruined them.
I smooch your ear, then bite it as I warn you.”
“Alright, I’m cool with that, but from now on, I suggest you buy some cheap sheets and towels.” We laugh as I slap that fat ass once more.
“Would you like me to make you that cake?”
“Nah,” I slap your ass as I reply. “I got all that cake; I need right here!”
Once again, we laughed.
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