Anne takes it doggystyle

As Marcus slowly pulled his fat cock from Anne's pussy, the sudden absence of his girth left her feeling empty and bereft. She let out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the lingering sensations of her third orgasm. But Marcus was far from finished with her. His hands grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he coaxed her onto all fours.

"Get up, baby girl," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I want that ass up in the air for me.”Anne's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Marcus's as she felt a surge of excitement at his words.

As Anne assumed the position, her ass rose into the air, her cheeks parting to reveal the tender flesh within. Marcus's eyes feasted on the sight, his gaze drinking in the vision of her stretched-out, fat white pussy. The pink lips of her vulva glistened with a mixture of her juices and his precum, a testament to the intense passion they had shared just moments before. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction at the sight of his handiwork, his cock twitching with renewed interest as he gazed at the tender, swollen flesh. Marcus's hands reached out, his fingers tracing the curves of Anne's hips and thighs as he positioned himself behind her.

Marcus's fingers finished tracing the curves of Anne's hips and thighs, he grasped her waist, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her hips. With a sudden, swift motion, Marcus slammed his cock back into Anne's pussy, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Anne's eyes widened, her gaze locked onto the headboard as she felt Marcus's girth stretch her to the limit once more. Marcus's hips moved back and forth, his cock pounding into Anne's pussy with a relentless rhythm. Anne's breasts swayed wildly, her nipples scraping against the bed sheets as she felt herself being driven towards another climax.

Marcus's hips moved back and forth, his cock pounding into Anne's pussy with a relentless rhythm. Anne's breasts swayed wildly, her nipples scraping against the couch as she felt herself being driven towards another climax. Anne could feel Marcus fat black cock touch her cervix as bottom out in her pussy. Marcus's hips continued to move back and forth, his cock driving into Anne's pussy with a relentless rhythm. Anne's moans grew louder, her voice hoarse from screaming as she felt herself being driven towards another climax. Marcus's fingers dug deeper into Anne's hips, his grip tightening as he felt her pussy contracting around his cock, gripping him like a vice.

Anne's eyes locked onto Marcus's, her gaze pleading as she felt herself teetering on the edge. I’m going cum I’m going fill your white pussy up with my black seed baby girl “ is that what you want?” Marcus's fingers dug deeper into Anne's hips, his grip tightening as he sensed her impending climax. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock, the muscles rippling and squeezing him like a vice. His own orgasm was building, but he was determined to make Anne cum "Cum for me, baby girl," Marcus whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel you shatter around me." Anne's eyes locked onto Marcus's, her gaze pleading as she felt herself teetering on the edge.

As Marcus's words echoed in her mind, Anne's body betrayed her, surrendering to the unrelenting pleasure that had been building inside her. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth fell open, releasing a strangled cry as her fourth orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy convulsed, the muscles contracting and releasing in a frantic rhythm as she felt herself being lifted out of her body, suspended in a sea of ecstasy. Marcus's words had been the catalyst, the spark that had set off the explosion of pleasure that now threatened to consume her.

As Anne's pussy squeezed Marcus's black cock, he let out a low, guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his balls tighten up in preparation for the release of his seed. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Marcus's hips faltered for a moment, his thrusts becoming shallow and erratic as he struggled to maintain control.

But Anne's body seemed to sense his impending release, and her pussy contracted even harder, milking his cock with a fierce intensity that left Marcus gasping for breath. His hands grasped her hips, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he felt his orgasm building to a crescendo.

As Marcus's hips continued to move back and forth, Anne's words tumbled out in a breathless whisper, "Cum in my white pussy, breed me, make me your cum slut." The words shocked even herself, and for a moment, she felt a pang of trepidation, knowing that she wasn't on any birth control. But the fear was quickly consumed by the all-encompassing desire that had taken hold of her body. Marcus's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an intense hunger as he heard her words. His hips faltered for a moment, his cock twitching with excitement as he processed the raw, animalistic desire that had been unleashed.

Marcus's hips continued to move back and forth, Anne's words pushing him over the edge. With one final, balls deep thrust, Marcus's fat black cock exploded deep inside Anne's white pussy as he came. His orgasm was intense, his cock twitching and spasming as he released stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into her depths. Anne's pussy continued to contract around him, milking him for every last drop as her own orgasm continued to crash over her. Marcus's fingers dug deeper into Anne's hips, his grip tightening as he felt himself emptying himself inside her.

As Marcus recovered from his huge orgasm, he pulled his softening cock from Anne's well-fucked, stretched out pussy. He let out a satisfied sigh as he admired the sight of her glistening, swollen lips, still parted and wet from their intense lovemaking. Marcus's cock, now slick with their combined juices, glistened in the soft light of the room. Marcus pulled his pants up, he couldn't help but admire his handiwork, his eyes fixed on Anne's ass who was still bent over, her body frozen in a state of post-coital submission. The soft light of the room danced across her pale skin, highlighting the gentle curves of her back and the subtle tremors that still rippled through her muscles. Some of his huge load of cum started to run down the inside of her thighs, and Marcus felt a surge of pride and possessiveness as he watched it slowly trickle down her leg, leaving a faint trail of moisture in its wake.

Marcus watched as Anne's body slowly came down from the high of their intense lovemaking. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her pussy still twitching and contracting in the aftermath of her own powerful orgasms. Marcus couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction as he took in the sight of her, her body still bent over, her ass still up in the air.

As the last wisps of her orgasmic haze dissipated, Anne slowly came back to her senses, her mind foggy and disoriented. She was still bent over, her ass still up in the air, her pussy still throbbing from the intense lovemaking. But as she struggled to catch her breath, she realized that Marcus was no longer behind her. She looked around, her eyes scanning the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. A faint sense of unease crept over her as she realized that he had left her apartment.

Anne's body began to tremble as she slowly straightened up, her muscles aching from the intense exertion. Anne's eyes drifted towards the mirror that hung on the wall, her gaze drawn to the reflection of her body. She felt a mix of emotions as she took in the sight of herself, her chest still heaving from the exertion, her skin flushed with a warm glow. Her eyes slowly made their way down to her pussy, and she felt a pang of curiosity as she gazed at the reflection of her most intimate area.

As she looked, she couldn't help but notice that her white pussy wasn't as tight as it had been before. The encounter with Marcus had left its mark, and her lips seemed to be slightly swollen, her entrance stretched out from the girth of his fat black cock.

As she gazed at her reflection, Anne's eyes remained fixed on her pussy, her mind still reeling from the intense encounter with Marcus. Her fingers seemed to move of their own accord, drifting down to her thighs, and then slowly making their way to her swollen lips. She hesitated for a moment, her heart still racing from the aftershocks of her orgasm, before gently parting her labia with her index and middle fingers.

A faint glisten of moisture caught her attention, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized it was the remnants of Marcus's cum, still seeping from her entrance.

Anne's fingers lingered on her pussy, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the encounter with Marcus. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never felt so desired, so consumed by her own sexuality. She had never been so reckless, either. The thought of what she had said to Marcus, the thought of his cum still inside her, sent a thrill of excitement through her body.

Anne's fingers lingered on her pussy, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the encounter with Marcus. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never felt so desired, so consumed by her own sexuality. She had never been so reckless, either. The thought of what she had said to Marcus, the thought of his cum still inside her, sent a thrill of excitement through her body.