Heat

Tasha sat back on the couch, tugging at her dark nipples, each of them pierced by a single gold barbell. Between her thighs was the moppish, sweaty dark hair of Aaron, the white boy's tongue tracing over her chocolate pussylips and clit, with its own matching barbell, delving occasionally into the deep, hot crevice of her ass. She whimpered, clutching at her white boy's silky mane, pushing him into her holes, until she rewarded him with her slick nectar.

"C'mon," she said, tugging him easily onto the couch. She was thicker, stronger, more muscular than he was. She fished out his small white cock, tugging on it while he laid back on the couch, expecting a handjob. To his surprise, she held his small prick in her hand, squatting over it with those powerful, thick thighs.

She looked into his pretty blue eyes, her dark ones almost black as her heated pussy hovered over him.

"This is mine," she said plainly. Her hand, calloused from softball, stroked it, making him whine.

"Yours," he agreed heatedly.

She pushed her sex down on him, capturing his small member easily. God, he thought, it was so wet and hot and tight.

She slid up and down it, in total control.

"See, even how small you are. How tight and strong that pussy is...I could flex and snap yo' shit off," Tasha said evenly, tightening her pussy to illustrate. The white boy moaned underneath her, and to her disappointment, came almost immediately, his small balls emptying its discharge into her.

"C'mon, bitch, eat the mess you made," Tasha said, not entirely displeased. He was a submissive, through and through.