Her Knight

Back at the mansion, Jerome and Carrie hungrily kissed. She reached up, pulling his shirt off, exposing his muscled frame. She leaned up, kissing his chest. Fuck. He smelt good. He tasted good. Different than you. Better.

He peeled off shirt and bra, exposing her C-cup breasts and pink nipples. It was the moment of truth. She undid his trousers, pulling them down. He was huge in his boxers, and as she pulled them off, his hard cock bounced as it was unleashed. Nine and a half inches of uncut black steel. Carrie could have cum right then, she thought.

She leaned up, kissing the tip of his cock, sucking on it, reaching down to rub his heavy, low-hanging balls.

"This is the finest cock I've ever seen, Jerome," she said huskily. He laughed, almost shy in the moment.

"We Washington men are pretty famous for it."

She sucked him, tasting his cock. She licked his thighs and balls and feet and ass. She wanted to taste every inch of him. He was her knight in shining armor, after all.

He finally pulled her up onto the bed, peeling off her yoga pants and panties, exposing her glistening pink cunt. He climbed atop her, his frame dwarfing hers as he pushed his cock inside her.

"Oh baby," Carrie whimpered. "Fuck me."

He complied, long, heavy strokes, his cock disappearing into Carrie time and again, stretching her out, cuckolding you. His balls slapped her ass, making her toes curl.

"Ohhh fuck, baby .. cumming!!" she squealed. He kept at it for another half hour, fucking her, kissing her, claiming her. And finally, his pace grew unsteady, and he roared, filling her with his seed.

"Ohhhh Jerome," Carrie whimpered. "You're no knight ...you're a King."