Mrs. Robinson – Breed Me Black 2

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We were holed up in my Miami hotel room, the rain hammering the windows with no sign of letting up. The beach was a lost cause. Mrs. Robinson’s husband lounged quietly, content to watch the storm and whatever else unfolded.

Mrs. Robinson was on her secong glass of champagne and feeling playful.

She drifted over while I sat listening to music, slid her fingers over my head, then stepped between my thighs and kissed me slow and deep.

She wore nothing but a thin pair of panties. They didn’t stay on long.

I peeled them off and eased her onto the sofa. I took my time between her legs, licking her deliberately until she came hard the first time, then again, then a third that left her trembling .

Eventually we moved to the bedroom. Her pussy was tender from an entire weekend of fucking, so I swore I’d be gentle. She climbed on top, wanting control, rocking slow at first. That lasted maybe sixty seconds before instinct took over.

I gripped her hips and drove up into her, hard and relentless, while she moaned and begged .

She kept moaning in a half plea, half command: “Give me your baby… shoot it deep… fill me up.”

I flipped her onto her stomach, prone beneath me, slid back in and buried myself to the root. I pinned her there and let go, pumping everything I had as far inside her as I could reach.