<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Cassandra<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: Jamal</b><br/>
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The way Jamal kept stroking his thick black meat in and out of her quivering wet pussy kept her entire body resonating with pleasure.  It was like when someone runs a moistened finger around the edge of a fine wine glass, it vibrates at its natural frequency.  Jamal had certainly found her natural frequency.  She wasn't herself, some sort of electro-chemical reaction was rewiring her mind, in a way imprinting her sexual identity to her massive black host she now called Daddy.  She was barely aware of anything else in the room as she simply absorbed the pleasure he pumped into her.  His kiss caused her to open her eyes, she looked up at him with something close to adoration in her eyes.  She seemed to enjoy his positive words, happy her tight, white, married pussy pleased him as much as it looked.  <br/>
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Her adoration faded a bit as he used words like 'whore', 'slut', and 'cunt' but it was clear she had no fight in her on such things.  If he wanted to call her those things, she would stay silent, at least as long as he was fucking her.  She thought back to the words of her friend when he said she had 'cum for him'.  Her friend had been right, she certainly knew it when it happened.  As he asked if she could do it again she thought it would be the easiest thing in the world for her to do as long as he kept filling her.  But then he did so much more, plunging balls deep into her swirled his cock deep inside her.  She clearly felt his cockhead with her hand on her belly that time.  "AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"  She screamed at the top of her lungs with pleasure as her body lit up.  <br/>
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But then, at the peak of her climax, he slowly pulled out of her.  She collapsed like a puddle onto the couch, her tight pussy gaped openly for several moments, her juices flowing freely into the void left by his mass.  Her eyes flew open and she looked at him as if he had just stabbed her, taking away her pleasure.  Her eyes welled up and she began to open her mouth to ask what she did wrong but then he interrupted her.  "Hands and knees?"  She mouthed the words but wasn't at all clear if she made any noise.  She tried to sit up but her body was still trying to recover from two intense climaxes.  She ended up more just kind of slouching down off the couch cushion until she managed to land on her knees.  She blinked her eyes a few times, as if she was trying to remember where she was and how she got here.  Slowly and with seemingly great effort she turned her self around, presenting her ass and pussy to her host, though she was still on the floor. She looked at the couch, debating whether she was in any shape to make the climb.  Her pussy had finally closed back up though it still dripped with her arousal and no small amount of his precum.  </span>