SATA JONES Hot, New Anal Experiences

Joss Lescaf stands outside the sex clinic like trouble in a good suit. Sata Jones towers over most men, legs for days in fuck-me heels. She explains they need to sign papers inside. Tiny black shorts ride up her ass. Nipples already poking through her blouse. She swallows hard. 'I've never had sex with a Black man.' Her voice cracks on the last word. They don't make it to any desk. He kisses her like he means to break something. Then pulls her blouse open, those tits spilling out warm and heavy. Tongue circles each nipple, hungry. Sata drops to her knees in the hallway, lipstick smearing as she works that thick Black cock into her mouth, spit running down his shaft in fat streaks. Joss bends her over, face buried between her legs. She tastes clean and sharp. She moans into the wall. When he finally slides inside her, she fucks back like she wants bruises. Hips rolling on his face next, smothering him while she grabs her own tits, nipples hard between her fingers. Then the real heat. He pushes into her ass. No easing in. She bites her forearm to stay quiet. Minutes later she's sucking him clean, mouth working like she loves the taste of herself on him. Position after position, always taking him deep in her ass. She rubs her clit while he face-fucks her, tongue darting out to rim him without hesitation. Joss jerks off over her open mouth. Thick ropes across her tongue. She lets it pool, then blows filthy little bubbles with it before dragging the mess down her chin with two fingers. Swallows what she can, eyes half-lidded and proud.