Kirah

Kirah stepped into the bedroom. Her beauty and allure tempting a common man. Her large perky breasts — with only a transparent scarf hiding her nipples. Her long thick dark blue hair and yellow eyes were that of a panther.

She crawled up onto the bed wanting one thing. A big hard dick to ride on. She and the common man were making out furiously — his hands on her round ass. Tits in his face. Heavenly.

Soon all garments were tossed about. She positioned his large workers class dick at her entrance. She was a loose woman. Fucked in the thousands. A base whore. This meant she knew just how to make him squirm.

Her pussy tight around his member. She slid down and moved her wide hips. Her tanned breasts, bouncing.

“Mmm sir you like the feeling of my wet pussy mmm…”

Kirah’s thighs slapped down on his. Bouncing hard. Perfect heart shaped booty. Fucked hard. She could tell from her customers facial expressions when they were going to cum.

This man was close. Yes! Yes! Now!

Kirah lifted up and he shot his hot sticky load in the air.

It was crucial to know the face. Or pregnancy was a consequence.

He looked pleased. She kissed him a bit more. And then he left. Back to his wife and children. A couple of gold coins in Kirah’s palm.