His lips and tongue travel over my breasts, down my abs, over my belly-button piercing and ventures through my forest. I watch him part my pussy with his thumbs and index fingers. He slides three fingers in and out, and sucks my creamy juices off them.
“You’re always so wet, Connie. I love that shit.”
I grab the back of his head and press him toward my snatch. He parts me again, then glides his tongue in and out, up and down, and all around. He takes my clit between his teeth and tugs at it gently. I moan with ecstasy. He licks my cunt hard and intentional with the sole purpose to make me cum in his mouth. Using his tongue and fingers, he makes me do just that. I cum all over his mouth.
“Awwww, Bishop, that feels good, baby.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Yes, baby.”
I’m hotter than ever. He stands and gets his footing on the wet shower floor, squats a little and raises one of my legs. Aaaahhhh, yes! I love how he navigates his big Johnson into the center of me. He pounds my pussy with such force that I scream with hurtful pleasure.
“Ouuuuch, Bishop!”
He grabs the metal towel rack and drives deeper, sending my pussy to the back of me.
“Ouuuuch, Bishop!”
“Your pussy is so good, Connie, I can’t stop.”
He drives deeper and my tears join the cascading water.
“Do you like how I fuck you, Connie?”
“Yessss!”
“You like my dick, don’t you?”
“Yessss!”
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yessssss!”
“Grab on.”
I lock my arms around his neck. He swings open the shower curtain and lifts me around his waist. I watch him step over the tub like it doesn’t exist at all. With our wet bodies never parting, he lays me on the bed and proceeds to hammer my pussy. He uses the spring of the mattress to help suspend himself above my sex zone. And right at the point when his dick is about to come out of me, he thrusts himself into me, time, after time, after time. I fear the bed is going to break.
“Cum with me, Connie. I’m gettin’ ready to explode!”
“Me, too, Bishop.”
“Ohhhhhh shit! Goddamnnnnn!” he grunts with that ugly face I like to see.
“Ohhhhhh Bishop! Damnnnnn, baby!”
I grab his Hershey ass and dig my fingers into his flesh. I gyrate my hips and without fail, we cum simultaneously.
“Whew! Oh my goodness, girl. You are somethin’ else,” he says breathlessly.
“You ain’t too bad yourself,” I reply, exhausted as well.
“We are two horny toads,” Bishop jokes. We laugh at each other. I get a glimpse at the clock on the desk.
“Shit! Look at the time. I gotta go, Bishop. ‘Hawk Eyes’ is gonna have my ass.” I run to the shower.
“Who?”