The Best of Lucy Felthouse

by Lucy Felthouse

  She didn’t have to wait long. His rubber-clad cock was soon probing at her entrance, sliding up and down her folds to coat the shaft with her juices. She wriggled and moaned, just wanting him to stick it inside her, right to the hilt. He, apparently, had other ideas. Sliding higher still, the god stroked his erection against her still-tender clitoris, resulting in some after-shock spasms deep inside her. She dug her heels into the sand and pushed her hips up, hoping to entice him to enter her, now.

  It worked. After a couple more sly, teasing strokes up and down her soaking flesh, he entered her. In one long, swift stroke he was deep inside her, his balls pressing against her ass. They moaned in unison, language barrier completely forgotten as their bodies did the talking. Megan pulled him down onto her, reaching round to grab his buttocks in her hands and guide his thrusts. She wanted it harder and faster, and intended to get it. Digging her nails into his muscular flesh and pushing her hips against his, she set the pace.

  He responded, and began fucking her in earnest, his balls slapping against her and his cock stretching her pussy wide around him. Megan wondered what they would look like if someone happened across them, a young, blonde white girl being given a good seeing to by this huge, gorgeous black guy. As he increased the pace, pounding her pussy and sending her flying in the direction of a second orgasm, she decided she couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the here and now.

  And, she realised, she would have to find a way to make him understand her if they were to meet again. Well, she couldn’t have sex thisgood just once. She fully intended to worship – and be worshipped by – this god several more times before the trip was over.

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