African Nights

Carrie awoke in the middle of the night. The fan and air conditioning was off. There was a power outage. Behind her, she felt her mate's large black cock twitch against her ass. He'd been considerate after the gangbang, limiting himself to her hands and throat while her pussy and ass recovered. She wriggled back against him, feeling it come to life.

"Mmm," Yaya said, rousing. "Power off?"

"Yeah," Carrie said. "Hot night."

"Indeed," Yaya grunted. "You'll get used to it. Feeling better I see." Carrie was grinding back against his big black cock.

"Yeah," Carrie said. "Fuck me, Yaya."

Yaya needed no more invitation. Spooned up behind her, he easily slid into her well-worn cunt, his cock burrowing deeply inside her. Carrie opened her eyes wide, cooing. They were already both sweaty from the night, but fell into a rhythm, both of their fit bodies working in unison. She climaxed easily, as she always did with Yaya, and repeatedly. And he, ever the bull, fucked her until she was hoarse, their bodies slapping together so loudly that all the neighbors could here. Only then did he fill her sex with his seed.