Time of your life

"Please—*please*—" you whimpered, your voice ragged as you clung to Jamie’s thighs, your lips swollen and slick. "Fuck me until I forget who I am." You'd really gotten lost in this, your male mind was locked at the back of your mind, who you were, who's body you were in, that didn't matter right now. All that mattered were these 2 big black cocks.

The stranger’s laugh was dark, his fingers tightening in your hair as he dragged you back onto his cock, his other hand circling your throat just enough to make your pulse flutter. "That’s what you want, huh? To be nothing but a dumb little cocksleeve?"

You nodded, the man laughed again, and looked to Jamie, "Lets give this slut the time of her life!"

The man’s grip on your hair tightened as he hauled you up from the floor, your knees still weak, thighs slick with arousal. “Bedroom. Now,” he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. Jamie’s rough chuckle followed as he gave your ass a sharp slap, making you yelp and stumble forward.

The stranger’s hand stayed fisted in your hair, guiding you down the hall, his other hand roaming possessively over your curves—squeezing your breast, pinching your nipple until you gasped. Behind you, Jamie’s heavy footsteps matched the pounding of your pulse, his fingers tracing the wetness still dripping down your inner thighs.

For a second, your mind returned, you realised the depravity of the situation, you were a guy, in your mothers body, being a total slut for 2 well hung black men, who thought they were fucking a sex starved milf. Any doubt or second thought of the situation vanished when you fell onto a bed, and the 2 men stood above you, that didn't matter, what mattered was what was about to happen... and you needed it.