Black lingerie for rough play

The door opened and in stepped Karen. She was wearing stiletto heels, black stockings and garter belt but had no panties on. Her tits were packed under a leather studded plunge bra.

Karen pulled back the sheets to reveal a naked and very erect Don. “Oh, I’m glad you’ve brought something to the party.” She then climbed onto the bed and mounted Don.

“You look stunning Kaz.”

“Thank you.”

Karen began kissing Don while she kept grinding her bare cunt against his cock, skin on skin. She could feel him going wild beneath her while their tongues danced together to the beats of their hearts.

Karen broke from the kiss then shuffled backwards. Combing her mousy brown hair over her shoulder, she leant down and took Don whole in her mouth and began deep throating Don’s cock.

She was sloppy. She was dirty.

She was wonderful.

Don saw the wedding picture on the wall and closed his eyes.

He was going to hell.

But he didn’t care. For Karen was worshipping him as if he was a dirty idol.

Karen was sucking, blowing coughing and ****.

Don then decided he needed to show her that he was a man. He grabbed her by the hair and began fucking her mouth. Slamming her face.

He **** himself deep into her throat and held her there until she needed to come up to breathe and slapped his hips to release her.

Don then pulled Karen off his cock. And sniggered as all kinds of fluids poured from mouth and nose. Even her mascara was running from her eyes.

Karen shouted at him.”Go on, slap me.”

“What? I wasn’t going to...”

Karen took his cock and slapped it against her face. “Spit on me then.”

“I was just going to fuck… but go on.” Don coughed back, then spat on her face. Landing a blob right between the eyes. “That was for not answering my calls last year.”

Karen broke into a deranged laugh. “Again.”

“You’re one crazy bitch. But I think you’re fucking hot.”

Don threw Karen off him. He then jumped on top of her. “Right… you like it rough… Then I’ll give it to you rougher than...” Don suddenly had writer’s block. “A bears arse.”

“Yeah. That’s rough… I suppose.”