Black milf makes crazy faces when getting fucked [5 min]
Mature Ebony Fever
In the heart of Atlanta, where the blues hummed and the city never slept, there was a goddess named Bree. She was a hottie of maturity, her skin as dark as rich, velvety chocolate, her shape luring and inviting. Her eyes, a deep, smoky brown, held a fire that burned with a anticipation that could not be ignored.
Bree was known for her intensity during fucking. She was a girl who didn’t play games, who didn’t sugarcoat things, and who didn’t hold back when she wanted something. And when it came to getting down and off-color, she was unstoppable.
One night, Bree invited her long-time friend and lover, Kane, over for a night of passion. Kane was a tall, muscular man with a heart as very loving as the sun. He had been with Bree for years, and their connection was deeper than most.
As the night wore on, the air in Bree’s apartment grew thick with anticipation. The sound of their laughter echoed through the rooms, but the real music was the beat of their hearts, racing as they neared the moment they had both been waiting for.
Bree’s eyes locked onto Kane’s, and she could see the anticipation excited in his gaze. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she prepared herself for what was to come. She reached out, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, her touch as electric as a lightning bolt.
Kane groaned as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his, sending sparks flying through his figure. Her tongue danced with his, their kiss deep and intense, a testament to the intensity of their connection.
As they broke apart, Bree’s eyes never left Kane’s. She reached down, her hand grasping the bulge in his pants, her touch sending waves of fun coursing through his body.
Kane moaned as she unzipped his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Bree licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned in, her tongue tracing a path along the length of his phallus.
Kane’s hands gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. She sucked and swirled, her tongue dancing around the head of his penis, driving him eager with gift.
Bree pulled away, her eyes never leaving Kane’s as she stood, her bod pressed against him. She whispered in his ear, her voice low and coitalillicit, “Baby, I want you inside me.”
Kane groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Bree’s eyes never left his, her intensity never wavering as she took him deeper, her figure writhing with delight.
Their bodies moved as one, their moans filling the air as they reached their happy ending, their passion horny as bright as the city lights outside.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Bree leaned in and whispered, “That was incredible, baby. I intercourse you.”
And with that, they settled into each other’s arms, their hearts beating in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined in the high of their driven lovemaking.
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