Reci stood up from the large bed, her breasts and cock rising in tow. “Is it dinner time, now?” she asked in a mischievous tone.
Mùndò laughed. “No, it’s more than that. It’s party time!” he said, before he sashayed towards her.
She giggled. “Yes, you’re right about that. Let’s have some fun!” she said, before her arm grabbed the small of his back, and her hand raised his chin.
Mùndò grinned. “So what does my very special inaugural customer wants to do?”
“Let’s start with this…” she said before she shut his mouth with her lips, her tongue searching then finding his appendage crouching on the back of his mouth.
Spurred by her advances, they interlaced with each other with poise, while her other hand traced upon the groove between his perky buttocks, raising a tingly wave of heat up his spine.
They’ve just started, and that woman already shown how experimented she was…
His flesh nearly boiled when their lips parted. “I hope my tongue and ass pleased you, my first customer,” he said with a sultry gaze, which did not fail to arouse her.
She chuckled, before she replied, “Mmmm, they definitely did, but you know what I would like right now? That you show me what you can do with those boobs of mine…”
He chortled.
He’ll admit that compared to his lovely Freeta, Reci’s chest was more bountiful than she’ll ever be…
Therefore, they’ll make a very nice treat for his lips, and indeed they were, tasting of briny sweat mixed with an aftertaste of rosy lotion, while his tongue enlaced the sides of her nipples to great effect, her right hand sinking his digits on the back of his scalp as her moans quavered across the room.
A couple minutes went by she released him of her furnace-heating chest, her body slightly out of breath above her quivering sex.
They both knew she’ll wanna release everything her testicles stored for ages.
Her eyes hooded in lust, she ordered, “On the floor, on all fours, now.”
Mùndò raised his eyebrows, but did as told, spreading his legs when prompted to do so.
“Here goes everything!” he heard her say in a melodious voice, when he felt her left hand clutching the left side of his waist, and he felt something hot rub the tip of his third heat clitoris.
Each rub felt like wax falling on his skin, a pleasure traveling across the pith of his dark flesh.
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His frame swaying by the vagaries of his clit, his mind about to fall in the abyss of carnality jolted back by reality when her ample penis penetrated his wet cave, tearing past his hymen by a quick, but already fleeting burst of pain.
Sizzling waves of joy coursed across his limbs for every thrust she made, at times slow and tepid, at times fast and fiery.
Crotch collided butt unabashedly for more than a dozen minutes, when Reci’s back arched and her cock released throngs of her liquid self, her mouth roaring in joyousness as she slumped across his back after she emptied herself.
Their sweltering frames remained on the floor as her abundant seed pooled around the Prime Pleasurer’s crotch.
Kissing his cheek, she slurred, “Oooh, babe, that twat of yours was … it’s an experience anyone with a dick’s gotta have once in their life, else they haven’t lived at all!”
Mùndò’s mind barely registered what she said, as he wasn’t that far off his own orgasm either.
He barely acquiesced, and his partner quickly understood what was going on with his ass. “I see. You’ve made your first customer happy, but I’ll be remiss if I didn’t make you cum as well. But with a little twist: Anal!” she boldly declared.
Even he was startled by her declaration, and since he wasn’t sodomized since the mysterious chest back then…
She was the customer, and he was the provider, but he was expecting a little bit.
How would it feel in the real world?
Better … or worse?
Was here even the “real world” in the first place, and reality a small place with motes of lights and a limbless horny trunk?
He’ll soon find out…
“Get ready for round two, baby, ’cause I ain’t done with you!” she said, her tongue licking her lips with unfettered glee…
With a playful slap on his ass, she said, “Wait a sec’, I’m gonna lub my dick—no stay like tha—Actually no, come back on all fours, you’ve rested enough, coz now, you’re just being lazy, asshole!”
He chuckled as he was found out.
What a great “pleasurer” he was…
Nevertheless, he obeyed, presenting his buttocks of his like a trophy deserving to be conquered.
It even earned a giggle from his customer who gave him another slap on his ass.
But admittedly, despite her antics, she grew on him.
He was ousted from his musings when he heard a squelching sound percolating across the room.
“Now, let’s see if your ass is a quarter good as your twat,” he heard her say before he felt with a squishing sound a hot rod piercing his depths.
Fortunately, his ass was squeaky clean, else it wouldn’t make that sound upon entrance…
Waves of sizzling pleasure met with an abrupt bump, shocking his entire body for a second like a burst of static energy.
His mind exploded in glee as their groans melded like themselves.
He wanted mor-
He moaned as she thrust once again, this sensation of something icily hot sliding inside of you until they crashed upon a wall threw him silly!
And before he knew it, his hips followed her lead as their lovemaking inched towards their peak…
*
He didn’t know—nor care—how much time elapsed when Reci guttural cry peal across his ears, and a copious amount of seed filled his ass before it slowly puddled the floor.
“You-your body is divine, Mùndò, it simply is—what an ass! It’s as if it was made for sex-my cock slid in so easily-there was no need for any lube—some sweat, your juices, and my seed would do the trick-aaaah…” he heard her say with absolute elation, her voice slightly distant as he had furiously climaxed minutes ago, spurring her to hasten her thrusts.
But then he felt her hands clasping his hips once again. “No breaks, this time. I will fuck my brains and yours out, we’ll see who’s gonna hold out! Round three, now!” she shouted, before she rammed her sweaty self inside her provider again.
Their growls and moans made the voyeurs day, as their rough performance clearly had a positive impact on their sexes, leaving a litany of juices and sperm littering the white floor, begging for more…