Karla's Place

Karla had an adorable little apartment in the LGBTQ part of town. It was tastefully decorated. A transgender flag hung in one bedroom window. The Colombian flag hung in the other. Karla and Carrie stripped each other hungrily, Carrie toned from yoga, and Karla wirey and strong. Carrie undid Karla's bra, exposing Karla's large DD tits, courtesy of her surgeon. Carrie sucked on Karla's brown nipples. She tasted sweet, she smelled sweet, she looked sweet. Karla returned the favor, sucking on Carrie's smaller C-cup titties, enjoying the contrast between Carrie's pale body and her golden brown body.

Carrie reached down, rubbing Karla's crotch. It was flat. Carrie looked up at Karla questioning, and Karla reached down, holding herself in place while she peeled off her panties. Then, she pulled off her thong, and then pulled her cock forward from its hidden spot tucked between her legs, the tip perilously close to her asshole. She let go, the big cock springing forward.

"Oh my, Karla," she whispered. Carrie knelt down, kissing Karla's hairless cock and balls. You were right about Karla being hung, and she embraced the moment, dragging her mouth up and down Karla's cock. She looked into her eyes, pleading for cum, and then got inspiration. She sucked on her finger, and slowly worked it into Karla's ass, working around until she wasrubbing her asshole.

"Oh fuck, baby," Karla whimpered.

"Yes, that's right, baby, cum for me, cum hard ... You're what I want." Karla jerked her cock while Carrie sucked her balls and fingered her ass. Karla growled, seed boiling in her balls.

"Mmm, fuck Carrie, cumming cumming cumming!" Karla squealed, before cumming all over Carrie's face, painting her in seed.

"Mmm, Karla that was amazing!" Carrie said perkily. Karla just smiled.

"We're just getting started."