Black on blonde

They met fast on the empty stretch of sand. Three sentences sealed it. He asked for her mouth. She demanded his tongue first and his cock in her ass last. Done. Jamaica dropped between her thighs and worked her open with quick, firm strokes of his tongue. He flicked her clit until it throbbed, then pushed inside and tasted every pulse. Natalli lay back, legs spread, the sun warm on her pale skin as the black man drank her in. When she was slick and trembling, she sat up, took his length between her lips, and sucked him hard. Her blonde hair fell forward; his shaft glistened under the wet shine of her mouth. Once he was rigid and veined, he flipped her onto her knees. He pressed the thick head to her tight hole and drove in. Natalli gasped, stretched around him, then pushed back, taking every inch. He fucked her deep, long strokes that made her ass ripple. When he came, he stayed buried, flooding her. Thick white cream spilled out around his shaft, running down the crack of her ass in heavy drops.