An interruption, or …?

Writhing in pleasure as yet another orgasm hit her, Emma slumps on top of the black man who she only ten or fifteen minutes earlier wanted to avoid but who had given her more pleasure in this short time than what she had ever experience up until this day.

“Yo, Antoine?!” somebody yells from the hall, the man underneath Emma stops trusting and pulls his fingers from her stretched and sore asshole.

“What?” he growls, and Emma turns her head to the door.

“Damn! I knew this broad was up for it…” the bouncer enters the room, “Saw you craving for them black cock, huh girl?” he grins at Emma.

“What’s up?” the man with his big cock buried inside Emma growls, not sounding too happy with the interruption.

“You go on stage in ten man!” the bouncer reply, “So you better finish this white bitch quick!”

“Alright, you heard him bitch!” he slaps Emma hard on her ass, indicating for her to start bouncing again.

“Yes…” she moans and soon she is fucking his entire rod with her nubile young body.

“Damn Antoine, if I’d know she was this horny I would have waited!” the bouncer grins and Emma opens her eyes, having closed them as she bounced onto the hard cock, and looks at the bouncer as he steps up next to her pulling his hardening cock out of his pants.

“Aahhh!” Antoine grunts, his hands on her waist pulling her down and his cock twitch and he explodes, filling her pussy with cum. “Damn…” he grunts pushing Emma off and getting onto his feet, “Keep that ho warm for me Jimmie!” he grins, leaving the room.

“Sure thang!” he, Jimmie, grins looking at Emma who is a little scared by the predatory and lustful gaze she receive.

“Umm… so…” she mumbles, not knowing if she should attempt to get away or do as her body was telling her, and allow the bouncer to take her.

“Don’t worry babe, I got what you want…” he smiles, pulling off his clothes and stepping over her.