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about halfway down, and that was pushing as hard as I could.
Jamal eased his pants down to his ankles.
“Come on up here, girl,” he said. “Climb on top of me.”
I turned around, and lifted my dress. I slid my ass against Jamal's big cock, and pushed myself against him. He had to lift me up, just to get me over it. When my back was against his chest, he slapped his cock against my smooth, wet pussy.
I kissed him, and whispered, “Put it in. Please .”
Jamal lifted my butt up to his chest; it was the only way he could get the tip of his cock into my pussy. He forced the head of his cock into my pussy, and it finally popped in.
“Oh!” I shouted. “That's good, though. Be easy, but keep going.”
He slowly let my body fall from his chest, down to his stomach, and pushed his cock deeper into my pussy.
“ That's good dick, ” I moaned. I twisted myself further down his thick shaft.
Jamal grunted, and grabbed my ass. He lifted me, and lowered me, taking caution not to hurt me.
“That's some good pussy, too,” Jamal said.
“My pussy is full of your cock.”
He dropped me even further.
“ Ouch, ” I yelped, and laughed. “Okay, that might have been a little too far.”
“Sorry, Amber,” Jamal said, and lifted me.
“Don't stop fucking me!” I demanded.
Jamal kept fucking me, and I thought I might pass out from the extreme size of his dick.
“Hold me still,” I said.
Jamal held me in place. My feet were standing on his inner thighs, and the head of Jamal's cock was the only part that was still inside of me. My ass was in Jamal's face. He took full advantage of the opportunity, and licked my tight little asshole. I rubbed my clit until I squirted all over the interior of the limo.
“ Fuuuck, ” I groaned. I kept rubbing my clit, and my body shook from the intensity of the orgasm.
I fell to the side, trying not to collapse on top of Jamal's dick.
“Damn, Amber,” Jamal said, and knelt over me. “I'm gonna cum, too.”
“Not on the dress,” I said, even though he didn't have much of a choice. Thinking quickly, I unlocked the door, and pushed it open. I wanted Jamal to squirt his cum outside to save my dress from stains.
Instead, his big cock entered through my lips, stretching them as wide as they would go, and filled my mouth with his cum. It was too much. I gagged, pulled myself to the edge of the limo, and spit onto the pavement.
Jamal scooted forward, pulled my hair to one side, and shot another load of cum onto the side of my face.
I gasped for air, and felt the floodgates between my legs open a second time. I came all over the seats while Jamal smacked his huge cock against my cum-spattered face.
I rolled over to lie on my back, and stroked the last drops of cum from his cock, licking them up as they appeared.
“Oh, fuck, ” I moaned.
“And you're just getting started,” Jamal reminded me.
I laughed. “I might not have anything left for the party.”
“That depends. If you like rough sex, that's the place to be. You'll stay turned on there, if you like it rough.”
“I like it rough, but I've never been to a bondage-themed party before,” I admitted.
Jamal shook his head, and pulled his pants up. “It's not a theme,” he said. “There's real bondage and sadomasochism, and that's putting it… lightly .”
“Seriously?” My stomach tightened.
“Mr. Davenport's parties are hardcore. You better be prepared.”
I looked at Jamal's crotch. “I thought that's what you were for.”
He laughed. “Not even my dick is big enough to prepare you for what you're going to see, tonight.”
Jamal helped me clean up, and climbed out of the backseats.
“You're a little more relaxed, though, right?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said. “I thought it was just a theme, so now I'm even more nervous.”
Jamal
Jamal eased his pants down to his ankles.
“Come on up here, girl,” he said. “Climb on top of me.”
I turned around, and lifted my dress. I slid my ass against Jamal's big cock, and pushed myself against him. He had to lift me up, just to get me over it. When my back was against his chest, he slapped his cock against my smooth, wet pussy.
I kissed him, and whispered, “Put it in. Please .”
Jamal lifted my butt up to his chest; it was the only way he could get the tip of his cock into my pussy. He forced the head of his cock into my pussy, and it finally popped in.
“Oh!” I shouted. “That's good, though. Be easy, but keep going.”
He slowly let my body fall from his chest, down to his stomach, and pushed his cock deeper into my pussy.
“ That's good dick, ” I moaned. I twisted myself further down his thick shaft.
Jamal grunted, and grabbed my ass. He lifted me, and lowered me, taking caution not to hurt me.
“That's some good pussy, too,” Jamal said.
“My pussy is full of your cock.”
He dropped me even further.
“ Ouch, ” I yelped, and laughed. “Okay, that might have been a little too far.”
“Sorry, Amber,” Jamal said, and lifted me.
“Don't stop fucking me!” I demanded.
Jamal kept fucking me, and I thought I might pass out from the extreme size of his dick.
“Hold me still,” I said.
Jamal held me in place. My feet were standing on his inner thighs, and the head of Jamal's cock was the only part that was still inside of me. My ass was in Jamal's face. He took full advantage of the opportunity, and licked my tight little asshole. I rubbed my clit until I squirted all over the interior of the limo.
“ Fuuuck, ” I groaned. I kept rubbing my clit, and my body shook from the intensity of the orgasm.
I fell to the side, trying not to collapse on top of Jamal's dick.
“Damn, Amber,” Jamal said, and knelt over me. “I'm gonna cum, too.”
“Not on the dress,” I said, even though he didn't have much of a choice. Thinking quickly, I unlocked the door, and pushed it open. I wanted Jamal to squirt his cum outside to save my dress from stains.
Instead, his big cock entered through my lips, stretching them as wide as they would go, and filled my mouth with his cum. It was too much. I gagged, pulled myself to the edge of the limo, and spit onto the pavement.
Jamal scooted forward, pulled my hair to one side, and shot another load of cum onto the side of my face.
I gasped for air, and felt the floodgates between my legs open a second time. I came all over the seats while Jamal smacked his huge cock against my cum-spattered face.
I rolled over to lie on my back, and stroked the last drops of cum from his cock, licking them up as they appeared.
“Oh, fuck, ” I moaned.
“And you're just getting started,” Jamal reminded me.
I laughed. “I might not have anything left for the party.”
“That depends. If you like rough sex, that's the place to be. You'll stay turned on there, if you like it rough.”
“I like it rough, but I've never been to a bondage-themed party before,” I admitted.
Jamal shook his head, and pulled his pants up. “It's not a theme,” he said. “There's real bondage and sadomasochism, and that's putting it… lightly .”
“Seriously?” My stomach tightened.
“Mr. Davenport's parties are hardcore. You better be prepared.”
I looked at Jamal's crotch. “I thought that's what you were for.”
He laughed. “Not even my dick is big enough to prepare you for what you're going to see, tonight.”
Jamal helped me clean up, and climbed out of the backseats.
“You're a little more relaxed, though, right?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said. “I thought it was just a theme, so now I'm even more nervous.”
Jamal
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