Hotwife and the Bouncer #3
The clear, thick river of her excitement was dripping steadily from her dark pink lips, soaking a dark, wet circle directly into the sheets beneath her.
Jason stood on the mattress behind her, looming like a titan.
He reached down with one massive, dark hand, gripping the meat of her left hip to anchor her in place.
With his other hand, he took hold of his colossal, nine inch BBC, guiding the heavy, mushroom-shaped head right against the wet slit of her opening.
The moment the thick, blunt tip pressed against her, Angie let out a sharp, panicked gasp. "Oh god, Jason... wait," she whimpered, her hands clutching frantically at the pillows. "It’s so big. I don't know if I can fit all of that in me."
"You're going to take every single inch of it, baby," Jason rumbled, his deep bass voice completely devoid of mercy.
He leaned his massive weight forward, delivering a slow, heavy thrust.
The thick, veiny shaft hit her tight walls like a battering ram, stretching her opening open with a brutal, unyielding friction.
Angie screamed out, a loud, echoing cry of mixed pain and pure, unadulterated ecstasy as Jason buried the first four inches of his dark cock inside her.
It felt incredibly thick, a burning, solid mass that filled her tunnel so completely that her internal walls began to spasm wildly around him.
"Fuuuuck, you are so tight, Angie," Jason groaned, his muscles straining as he paused for a second to let her body adjust to the massive intrusion.
From the side of the bed, Mike was completely losing his mind.
He was standing up now, his phone just inches from Angie’s face, recording the raw struggle as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
His own cock was dripping wet, his heart hammering at the sheer filthiness of the scene.
"Look at her, Jason! You're splitting her open! Take it, Angie, push back against him!"
Mike chanted, his voice a ragged, breathless whisper.
Jason didn't wait any longer. He gripped both of her hips with a crushing force, his dark fingers digging into her pale skin, and delivered a powerful, driving surge.
The remaining five inches of his massive BBC plowed deep into her, his pelvic bone slamming against her round cheeks with a loud, fleshy thud that rattled the creaky bedframe.
"Ahhh! Oh my god!" Angie screamed, her back arching violently as her face buried into the mattress. The sheer depth of the stroke hit her cervix, sending a sharp, blinding jolt of pure electricity straight to her brain.
Jason began to move, establishing a slow, heavy, and devastating rhythm.
Every time he pulled out, his glistening dark shaft would drag her tight walls with him, before plunging back in to the hilt with a relentless force.
The friction was incredible. Because Angie was so dripping wet, the rapid movement of his thick cock generated a loud, messy, and frantic squishing sound that filled the small motel room.
The struggle was real. Angie’s body was working overtime to accommodate the massive Black cock, her internal muscles locking down around his shaft with a frantic, pulsing grip that only made Jason growl with deeper lust.
As the rapid stimulation built, a familiar, unbearable pressure began to coil tightly in the bottom of Angie’s stomach. Her pussy was convulsing around him, generating so much heat and fluid that it was starting to overflow.
"Jason! It's too much! Something is going to break!" Angie screamed, her head thrashing as she felt her body reaching an absolute breaking point.
"Don't you hold it back! Squirt for me, you little slut! Flood this bed!" Jason roared, his pace turning completely savage as he delivered three brutal, fast-paced thrusts deep into her core.
Angie let go of her restraint completely.
Instead of clamping down, she pushed out against his massive shaft.
Her core convulsed with a crushing, ferocious intensity, and a massive, violent torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy.
Because of her doggystyle position, the fluid shot out in a powerful, pressurized spray, arching past Jason’s thick thighs and splashing heavily across the floral comforter, drenching the sheets in a massive, dark splash zone.
Angie let out a wild, sobbing gasp of pure ecstasy, her upper body collapsing onto the pillows as her first-ever squirt ripped through her frame, leaving her completely spent and trembling under the weight of the massive bouncer.
Angie lay collapsed against the pillows, her breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps as the intense aftershocks of her massive squirt rippled through her thighs.
The mattress beneath her knees was completely soaked, the heavy dark stain on the floral comforter a steaming testament to how completely Jason had shattered her restraint.
But the massive bouncer wasn't done with her yet.
His nine-inch BBC was still buried deep inside her tight tunnel, pulsing with a thick, heavy heat that made her internal walls spasm involuntarily around him.
Jason let out a low, predatory growl, his chest heaving against her arched back. He gripped her upper arms and pulled her backward, forcing her off her hands and knees.
"Flip over, baby," Jason commanded, his deep bass voice thick with raw lust. "I want to look at your face while I stretch this wet pussy out. Get on your back and pull your knees to your chest."
Angie was completely helpless under his dominant instruction.
She rolled onto her back, her black satin dress sliding up around her waist to fully expose her pale, glistening torso and heavy breasts.
Her face was flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her lips parted as she hungrily sucked in the cool motel air.
She reached down, her trembling hands gripping her own ankles, pulling her knees all the way back toward her shoulders.
This extreme position tilted her pelvis straight up into the air, opening her up completely to the harsh amber light of the bedside lamp.
Her pretty pussy was raw, swollen, and heavily engorged, weeping a thick, steady stream of clear fluid that mixed with the residual wetness of her orgasm, dripping down the crack of her ass.
Jason shifted his weight, crawling forward between her parted thighs. The sheer sight of his massive, veiny dark shaft lining up against her pale, dripping opening made Angie’s heart hammer violently against her ribs.
"Look at how wide open you are for me, Angie," Jason murmured, his dark eyes locking onto hers as he rested the blunt, mushroom-shaped head right against her hyper-sensitive clit. "Your husband is getting a perfect view of this."
Just inches away, Mike was standing over the foot of the bed, his phone held in a white-knuckled grip as he recorded the explicit angle.
He was panting heavily, his face slick with sweat, completely hypnotized by the sight of his wife’s total surrender.
"I’m getting all of it, Jason," Mike choked out, his voice shaking with pure cuckold ecstasy.
"Look at her, she’s begging for it. Plunge it into her, man. Let me see you bury that big black cock."
Jason didn't hesitate. He leaned his heavy, muscled torso forward and delivered a deep, driving surge.
"Ahhh! Oh my god!" Angie screamed out, her jaw hanging open in a silent scream as the full nine inches of his thick BBC plowed straight into her, bottoming out against her cervix with a heavy, fleshy thud.
The sheer width of his shaft stretched her tight walls so aggressively that she felt a burning, delicious ache explode straight to her core.
Jason didn't give her a single second to recover.
He anchored his large hands beneath her hips, lifting her ass completely off the mattress, and began a frantic, fast-paced rhythm.
Because Angie was so incredibly horny and dripping wet, every single thrust generated a frantic, incredibly loud squishing sound that echoed off the thin motel walls.
The friction was unhinged; the dark, veiny meat of his cock slid effortlessly through the river of her arousal, driving her wild with every deep stroke.
The struggle to hold his massive size was overwhelming.
Angie’s head thrashed from side to side against the mattress, her fingers clawing at the soaked sheets as Jason relentlessly rode her.
He was completely feral now, his thick hips slamming against her pelvic bone with a rapid, brutal force that completely broke her remaining sanity.
"Jason! Please! It’s too much... I’m going to—" Angie panted, her eyes rolling back as the heavy, blinding pressure coiled tightly in the bottom of her stomach for a second time.
"Don't you dare clamp down on me! Shoot it out, Angie! Drench me again!" Jason roared, his pace turning savage as he delivered three final, brutal, upward hooks against her front wall.
Angie let go of her remaining inhibition completely.
Her core locked down around his massive shaft with a crushing, ferocious grip, and a second, even more violent torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy.
Because of her folded, face-up position, the fluid shot out in a powerful, pressurized fountain, arc-ing through the air and spraying heavily across Jason’s flat stomach, his ripped chest, and splashing directly up onto his face.
The hot, slick floodwaters completely drenched his chin and lips, coating the bouncer in a glistening sheen of her raw arousal.
Angie let out a wild, breathless sob of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her body trembling violently through the massive release as she completely flooded the bed once again, turning the center of the mattress into a total, ruined splash zone.
The air in the motel room was thick, heavy with the scent of raw sex, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of Jason’s massive Black cock.
Angie lay completely flat on her back, her legs dangling weakly over Jason’s broad shoulders, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
She was completely broken open, her mind floating in a hazy cloud of pure, slutty satisfaction.
Jason was panting heavily, his dark skin glistening under the amber lamp, his muscles twitching with the extreme effort of riding her so hard.