Pull off Jackson's cock and beg him to fuck your pussy instead

Mall security office back room, unknown city, at 3:23 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You pull your head back sharply, Jackson's thick cock sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop. Saliva strings from your lips to his dark shaft, dripping down onto your heaving bronze tits. Your amber eyes lock onto his, wild and desperate.

"Fuck my pussy," you gasp, voice raw and needy. "Please, I need you inside me, not in my mouth—I need your cock in my cunt, please!"

Jackson's eyebrows rise, surprise flickering across his face before morphing into a predatory grin. "That's what you want, slut? Want me to wreck that tight bronze pussy?"

"Yes!" The word tears out of you like a sob. Your thighs are trembling, juice running down them in steady rivulets, pooling on the cold tile beneath your knees. "I can't—oral doesn't work, I need to be filled, I need you to cum inside me, please just fuck me!"

He grabs a fistful of your jet-black hair with purple highlights, yanking your head back. "Bend over that desk. Ass up."

You scramble to your feet on shaking legs and stumble toward the metal desk against the wall. Your massive DD-cups sway heavily as you bend forward, palms flat on the cold surface, arching your back to present your dripping pussy. The position makes your breeding hips look even wider, your bronze ass round and inviting.

Jackson steps behind you, his thick ten-inch cock in hand, stroking it slowly. The head brushes against your soaked entrance and you nearly scream from the contact.

"Please," you whimper, pressing back desperately. "Please fuck me, I'm so empty, I need it so bad—"

"Shut up," he growls, positioning himself. "I'll give you what you're begging for."

He grips your wide hips with both hands and thrusts forward.

The penetration is immediate, brutal, overwhelming. His thick dark cock spears into your tight pussy in one long stroke, stretching you open, filling every inch of your desperate channel. Your inner walls clench around him reflexively, gripping his shaft like a vice.

"FUCK!" you scream, the sound echoing off the walls. Pleasure explodes through your core like lightning, radiating outward through every nerve. This is what you needed. This is what your transformed body was built for.

Jackson doesn't pause. He pulls back until just his thick head remains inside, then slams forward again, burying himself to the hilt. His heavy balls slap against your swollen clit.

"Tight fucking cunt," he grunts, setting a punishing rhythm. "Gripping my cock like you were made for it."

You were. Right now, you absolutely were.