Pleasure Girl

Omar was a firm man, well-built, with a thick eight inch brown cock. He was very hairy, legs, ass, balls, belly, chest ... all of it. He was so ... different, from Douglas.

He treated Faith as beneath him. She got his drinks, laughed at his jokes, obeyed his every whim. Tonight was about pleasing him. Her body was toned from the stripping, and she had taken plenty of big black cock. But something about Omar was so ... foreign, here, halfway across the world, completely at his beck and call. It made her wet.

She leaned down, kissing up his legs, breathing him in. She sucked on his heavy brown balls, then pushed her tongue down into the crack of his ass, laving up and down, letting the tip of her tongue dance on his star. He grunted approvingly at this godless harlot doing what she was meant to do, resting a large foot on her back. When he was fully stiff from her ardent attentions on his asshole, she kissed up his cock, wrapping her lips around the tip. He exhaled lustfully, watching the whore's lips drag up and down his fat prick, her waxed sex coated in a sheen of wetness.

He finally beckoned her upwards, and she climbed onto his skill with the practice and confidence a whore had, bouncing up and down it. But this was different from Devonte. This was different from the johns. This was a man of substance, and the look from him made her stomach have butterflies, as her pretty green eyes finally looked away, right as she had a hard orgasm. He put her through her paces, always making it clear he was in control, her eyes crossing in absolute ecstasy while he remained calm and focused. He finally pulled out, marking her ass with his cum, then sending her off to her room, adjacent to the harem.