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°Tyrone's P.O.V.° 8:15 P.M.
"Ooh."
"Oh!"
"Ohhh..."
"Oh, yes," she breathes. "Shit!"
"Fuck..." I grunt, gripping her hips tighter as I continue to pummel her from behind.
The sound of our moans, coupled with that of Chantel's ass hitting my legs repeatedly, mix with the sound of the bed creaking.
Her breath becomes short as I go faster, sinking deeper with each jab.
Arching her back so her face is pressed against the pillow, and her ass raised higher in the air, she braces her hands on the wooden headboard.
Maintaining my balance, I hook my toes into the plush rug, to prevent my feet from sliding on the slippery porcelain tiled floor beneath them, bending my knees slightly, and thrusting upwards, driving my cock deeper into her soaking wet pussy.
"Oooh...just like that, Daddy!" Chantel moans, creaming all over my length.
I pull it out, almost completely, to inspect it, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips, before pulling her ass towards me and sliding back in with a pleasurable groan.
Fuck...
Fi a bad gyal, with an undoubtedly high body count, her pussy surprisingly grips my cock head like a vice grip each time I pull out and sink back in.
And it fat and pretty too yuh fuck.
Jah Jah.
Fueled by that thought, I release my hold on her hips, lifting my right hand and landing a hard slap against her ass cheek which is glistening with sweat.
"Ah!" Chantel moans aloud, her voice a bit muffled by the pillow her face is buried in.
Another hard slap urges her to throw her ass back, flinging up the pussy pon mi the right way.
"Just like that!" I coo. "Ride mi cocky like yuh mean business, yes."
Leaning back on my heels, I place my hands akimbo, watching as Chantel continues to bounce on my cock, alternating between fast-paced and slow, every now and again.
Her moans are louder now, as I buck my hips, and I can tell she's near her brink. But I don't intend for her to come just yet.
