Jessica and Lamarck enjoy each other

A welling desire had built up in Jessica. The soreness from their previous sexploits already fading from her mind as her focus shifted to the python in front of her. She was a cat in heat, unsatiated and hungry for more. Her preying eyes darted from the serpentine cock to its owner before she slinked down to her target. She crouched with her back arched, ass in the air as if she were a leopard, lapping water from a pool. Her face hovered over Lamarck’s endowment. Jessica opened her mouth and slid out her tongue. Even after the shower, she could still taste her essence on the tip of his dick. It reminded her of her own promiscuity and newfound hunger for pleaure. She licked the head some more, savoring it like a lollipop. Her tongue rolled around the red dome as she eyed the man lustfully. Lamarck exhaled and watched with admiration while he reflected on his good fortune: The world's most desirable woman was willing and eager to lick his dick, and she looked hot as hell doing it!

Jessica’s lips sank lower over the young black man’s pole, enthusiastically pumping her head over the long length of his phallus. She slurped up her saliva and moaned as she sucked unabashedly. Lamarck clutched the back of the starlet’s head and cheered her on with words of encouragement. “Damn girl, your lips are so soft…” he said before laying back and letting out a sigh. “Take your time with it, make that dick feel special!”

It didn’t take much coaxing for her to give the impressive appendage special treatment. Prior to the past day or so, she’d never seen or felt one so large. She wanted to enjoy her time with it, exploring its length and girth. She studied the flesh with light caresses of her fingertips before putting her lips to it again. She opened her mouth and slid her tongue along the shaft while cupping his balls and playing with them loosely.

“You’ve got such a big dick…” Jessica complimented between sucks. “So big and hard… I want to see what you’ve got hidden away in there…” To bring her point home, she sealed her lips around his prick and formed a vacuum, sucking in the air.

“Yeah… that’s it… you’re a horny little cum slut, aren’t you?” Lamarck said encouragingly. Under any other circumstance, the nomenclature would have sent Jessica into a fit of indignation, but here, blowing a man she had just met the night before, it felt more like a badge of honor.

“Yeah, I’m your little cum slut…” she agreed, getting into character as she ravished the man’s cock like it was her first meal in a week. She glided her tongue up the shaft and went down to suck on a teste. Lamarck shot up, taken by surprise. Jessica’s forthcomingness had already got him rock hard, but this added treatment was pushing him to his limits already. He looked down at his playmate. She was unrelenting in her hunger for his dick. She really was going to suck him dry if he didn’t stop her soon.

“C'mere so I can get a better look at your fine self, girl…” Lamarck groaned. He was doing his best to keep a cool composure, but with the famous actress acting like a thirsty sex kitten, it was a difficult feat. He had naively boasted that he could could play with her for another two hours but he was barely holding on already. He needed to slow things down so he could savour her properly.

Jessica crawled back up Lamarck’s chest, eager for more fun. The light dress she had on draped loose on her body and brushed over his aching cock. He could feel the hairs on his skin rise up as the skirt dragged over his stomach. She looked like a virtuous girl in the flower patterned garment, but her demeanor was anything but. Her hips swayed as she clawed her way up, like a cat coming upon her meal. She smiled at him with a predatory grin as she settled atop his stomach.

Lamarck ran his hands up and down the thin fabric. He could feel the soft flesh and heat of her body permeating from underneath. He brushed his fingers over her sharp nipples that threatened to pierce the delicate material. Jessica tilted her head back and moaned as she grabbed his hands and squeezed them over her breasts, gyrating her hips against him. The slickness of her pussy rubbed against his skin with warm wet sounds that revealed her readiness for what was to come. Lamarck tried to take his time though, caressing her soft curves and enjoying the feeling of her grinding against him. Unfortunately, he could only wait so long; his cock was more than ready for her now, so he decided to embrace it.

“Get up on that dick, baby!” he told her. Jessica smiled and backed herself up into his hard, protruding pole. When she felt it probe against her backside, she reached around and guided it into her pussy with an audible groan. Lamarck groaned back as he felt the pressure of Jessica’s sex sliding over his python like an undersized shirt. “God damn… you’re still so tight....” he remarked.

Jessica was still amazed that she could take the entirety of Lamarck’s large cock inside her. It felt filling and every move she made sent a shock up her spine. She rocked her body back and forth, relishing the sensation as she began to ride him at a canter. Lamarck, in turn, admired the beautiful Latina mounting him. Her floral dress fluttered from the girl's motion. The rocking soon shook the straps down from her shoulders to hang loosely, teasing her breasts spilling out. As the motions increased and became more frenetic, her outfit became increasingly disheveled. She leaned over him with her hair shrouding her face, her body undulating up and down as she broke him in with her wild ride. The more she rode, the more her skirt rode up, until it clung around her hips. Lamarck revelled in the display. He reached under the skirt and felt Jessica’s smooth skin, groping her ass, then sliding his hand up her spine. It quickly became too much of a tease and he had to witness her in all her glory. Lamarck pushed the dress up and Jessica pulled it the rest of the way, over her head.

Jessica tousled her hair and tossed the dress aside before she returned to her rocking. Free of clothes, she took on Lamarck with renewed energy. Lamarck held onto the headboard, still laying on the bed, while Jessica balanced herself on the wall, perched on top of him. They slammed their bodies against each other. They said nothing, letting their panting and groans communicate their passion. The room echoed their sounds and wet body slaps until Jessica’s groans became shorter and higher pitched; Lamarck’s similarly strained. They could tell that they were both nearing their peak.

In her penultimate sexual state, Jessica then broke the verbal silence with an emphatic plea, “Fuck me. Fuck me like you're never going to fuck me again!”