Elizabeth and Jordan

"That's right, lay that head all the way back," Jordan growled, his long horse cock throbbing. Elizabeth was nude, her well-kept pussy moist, her finger working against her clit, her huge breasts capped off with rock hard pink nipples as she adjusted her position to best please her bull. Finally, she felt the tip of his uncut cock slip between her lips, as he positioned his muscular thighs at her mouth, then pushing forward, burying his length into her oral cavity. She moaned, the sensation vibrating along his big Black pole, as he fucked her mouth, his cock pushing into her throat with each thrust, a well practiced pole for a well practiced hole.

She drooled copiously, the spittle dripping onto his sac, which then slapped noisily against her forehead. She was the only man she'd trust to do this -- to mar her beauty queen features with her own spittle, to make her eyes red from **** on his huge cock, feeling his large hands palm her breasts, then slip down her alabaster skin to rub her clit, tugging at the sensitive spot. She groaned, rutting into his hand while he used her mouth, finally expelling thick ropes of seed directly into her belly.

He lingered in her throat, while she sucked him clear, finally pulling out and looking at the mess that was Elizabeth.

"Fuck I love you," he said. She beamed prettily, messy as she was.