Round Two

Bianca feels your cock twitch inside her and lets out a soft, knowing laugh. She lifts her head from your shoulder, her dark eyes gleaming with fresh hunger.

“Already?” she teases, gently rolling her hips in a slow circle. Your cum and her juices make the movement slick and obscene. “Mmm, I like that. Most guys need more time… but you’re still so hard for me.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she starts riding you again — slower this time, but deeper, grinding her clit against you with every downward stroke. Her tight, cum-filled pussy feels even wetter and hotter than before. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room as she picks up speed.

You grip her perfect ass tighter, helping her bounce on your cock. Her tits jiggle beautifully right in front of your face. You lean forward and capture one stiff brown nipple in your mouth, sucking hard while she moans loudly.

“Yes… fuck me harder,” she gasps, her voice breathy and needy. “I want to feel every inch of you again.”

The pace quickly turns frantic. You thrust up into her with more ****, the couch creaking beneath you. Bianca’s head falls back, her long wet black hair swinging wildly as she rides you like she’s trying to drain you completely. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around your thick shaft, milking you with every stroke.

“Fill me again,” she begs, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Cum inside me… I want it dripping down my thighs when my uncle gets back.”

The dirty words push you over the edge. You growl and slam up into her one last time, burying yourself as deep as you can go. Your second orgasm hits hard — thick ropes of cum flooding her already full pussy. Bianca cries out and shudders violently as her own climax crashes through her, her walls pulsing and squeezing every drop out of you.

She collapses against you again, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat. A thick trail of your combined cum leaks out around your cock and runs down her inner thighs.

Bianca kisses your neck softly, still gently rocking on you. “God… you’re dangerous,” she whispers with a satisfied smile. “But we really should get you that key soon… unless you want to keep going until my uncle walks in.”