A sexy slut gets her ass stuffed with monstercock

“Wait!” Laila said, the sound of her voice rousing Dareios from the daze that he’d fallen into as he admired the sculpted halves of her incredibly sexy ass, with her skimpy thong pulled aside to reveal her asshole, which had shrunk back to its normal tiny, puckered shape.

“What?” Dareios asked, placing his cockend against Laila’s anus while waiting for the conversation to continue, an act which caused him to glance down to admire the size-difference between the fat crown of his schlong and the miniscule entrance to the foxy brunette’s anal passage.

“I’ve got an idea,” Laila purred, smiling back at Dareios while slowly pushing herself off the couch and back towards him. This caused his cockend to be dragged up over her bunghole and further up through her asscrack, then up through it altogether as she moved in even closer, resulting in it being the massively thick trunk of his fuckpiece that was now embedded between her peachy asscheeks while they were brushing against his thighs as she stood directly in front of him with less than an inch between them. Naturally, Dareios went for Laila’s tits, and could see her eyes closing and her lips pursing as a soft moan flowed out between them when his fingers found her small, stiff nipples and began to play with them.

“This… this way,” Laila stammered, wiggling her juicy booty around Dareios’ schlong while his fingers remained in control of her achingly hard nipples. Her pussy was juicing, sending a stream of her clear fluids running down the inside of her left thigh, while the back of her corset was being soaked with the prejizz that was flowing freely from Dareios’ pisshole. Together, the two lovers staggered across Laila’s bedroom, with the brown-haired slut leading the blonde stud along until they’d ended up in front of the full-length mirror.

“You know, Dareios,” Laila said, looking straight at her own image in the mirror while Dareios continued to play with her toffee-tanned tits, though he was now also kissing his way up and down the left side of her neck, “you never told me what you think of my outfit…”

“Tell me, Dareios,” Laila pressed on, moaning hard at the sensation of Dareios teasing her nipples and her neck while his sixteen-inch pussy pleaser was throbbing violently between her sexy asscheeks, “how does it make me look?”

“Like a sexy, horny slut,” Stopping his kissing of Laila’s neck, Dareios instead began to whisper into her left ear, taking a brief pause to let her release a lustful whimper and using the time that it took the horny sound to leave her mouth to nibble at her earlobe, “The kind of slut who would walk through with a load of my cum slowly trickling out of her ass…”

Grinding his hips, Dareios made Laila whimper with raw lust again whilst the stabbing motion of his cock up and down through the deep, narrow valley between her luscious buttocks caused it to push over her tugged-aside thong, reminding him of just how absolutely tiny the garment was. Looking between the legs of Laila’s mirror image, Dareios grinned at how skimpy the front of the thong was as well, nothing more than a flimsy stretch of thin cloth had been easily pushed aside to reveal her wet, horny pussy, from beyond the swollen, pink lips of which a mixture of their juices was still slowly seeping out.

Laila was trembling with anticipation when she felt Dareios let go of her tits and move one hand in between her legs and placing the other against the centre of her back. While lazily feeding two fingers in and out of Laila’s soaked honeypot, Dareios pushed her upper body away from him and towards the mirror, until she could place her hands on its frame and use it to support herself during the anal onslaught that was to come.

After grasping hold of Laila’s waspish waist, Dareios inched his way backwards, sliding his drooling cockend back in between her asscheeks. In the mirror, he could see her sucking her bottom lip in underneath her upper one and close her eyes hard as the business-end of his fucktool came into contact with the circular shape of her ringpiece.

Laila kept her eyes closed, but opened her mouth to release a breathless Yes…” when Dareios began forcing his cockhead in through her cinnamon ring, pushing the elastic ring of muscle apart to an obscene degree before the plump, purple crown of his pulsating fuckpiece had finally entered her tightest hole, at which point Laila let slip a horny yelp.

While Laila remained perched on the stiletto-heels of her boots and busied herself with releasing one lustful murmur after another, Dareios remained perfectly still, allowing several seconds to go by during which he did nothing but allow several thick jets of precum to be pumped into the busty brunette’s bowels.

Then, he let out a dark roar and thrust the whole of his tall, muscular shape forwards, tensing up every muscle in his body as he buried half his cock inside Laila’s ass all at once, making her twist her face into a blissful grimace while the lower half of her mirror image began to be distorted by the sprays of girlcum that were bursting out of her now quivering snatch to splash against the glass.

Laila opened her mouth again, but if she’d been planning to say, or more likely scream, something, she didn’t get the chance to, since Dareios made her release a raptured shriek of joy as he quickly pulled back a few inches before slamming his hips forwards to render a solid foot length of his dick buried inside Laila’s ass. Her eyes having rolled back behind her descended eyelids, Laila kept her mouth gaping wide-open and unleashed a series of barely audible moans, sighs and groans as Dareios proceeded to assfuck her into oblivion. At some point during her lengthy and messy orgasm, which had already caused the entire lower half of the mirror in front of her to be coated with her honey, Laila could feel Dareios’ hard belly impact against her delectable bubble butt. The smacking sound that rang through her bedroom when Dareios’ belly hit against Laila’s booty was heard again and again as he kept on fucking her ass like a man possessed. His hands remained on her waist, clutching it tight as he repeated the same move of pulling back about thirteen inches before thrusting forwards until his balls came swinging forwards to slap against Laila’s juicing slit and all sixteen inches of his cast-iron hard erection had been **** past her throbbing, quivering sphincter.

Opening her eyes, Laila looked at her own reflection in the mirror, her lips forming into a wicked, sluttish smile at the sight of her own body decorated with beads of sweat and her legs amply coated with her girlcum and a few sprinklings of Dareios’ spunk, with a substantial amount of the glistening mixture having disappeared off down into her boots. As her gaze fell upon her trembling honeybox, Laila struggled to keep her eyes open as her body was rocked by Dareios’ powerful thrusts, keeping her gaze on her pink pussy until her next release of girlcum came squirting out of it as it began to convulse.

From that point on and until several minutes later, Laila remained locked in a state of perpetual climax that stretched itself out to last beyond the point when Dareios stopped spearing his cock in and out through her distended cinnamon ring and instead buried it to the hilt in her ass, keeping his violently throbbing nuts pressed tight against her fluttering, overflowing snatch as long, voluminous jets of gluey, bubbling balljuice were delivered deep into her bowels. As always, the sensation of having such a copious amount of spunk being deposited inside her tightest hole caused Laila’s orgasm to pick up in intensity, and her shoulders were soon rubbing against Dareios’ chest as her body twisted and bent itself before becoming increasingly rigid.

Eventually, after Dareios had finished pumping jizz into her ass and she’d stopped squirting all over the mirror, Laila had her body go limp and soft against the Arakanian’s much larger frame. She was still quite out of it when Dareios began to extract his cock from her wildly stretched anus, and still needed his support to remain upright when his cockend popped free of her sphincter with a wet, sucking “POP!”.

“Gods, stud…” Laila moaned as she turned round and collapsed against him, rubbing her head against his brawny chest and her huge boobs against his firm side while he worked his arm in underneath her shoulder and used it to hold her pressed tight against him. Acting completely on reflex, Laila placed one hand on Dareios’ cock, sighing into his chest when her hand was immediately coated with a sticky mixture of cum and precum that dangled it thick ropes off of Dareios’ member.

Turning her attention towards the mirror once more, Laila moaned hard at the sight of Dareios’ erection.

“Please, please tell me you have a brother…” Laila purred.

“Afraid not,” Dareios shrugged his shoulders and grinned into the mirror, “But I do have a cousin.”

“I’d like to meet him!” Laila exclaimed.

“Some day, I promise,” Dareios smiled, reaching down to paw at one of Laila’s asscheeks, “First though, we still need to go get my stuff.”

“Right,” Laila mumbled as Dareios slipped her in front of him and quickly adjusted her soaked thong to once again be stretched tight over her pussy and asshole.

“That means I’m going to have to lock my front door,” Laila said as she slipped away from Dareios and sauntered over to her nightstand.

“I don’t see any pockets on that slutty outfit of yours,” Dareios smiled.

“True, and I’m not much for purses either,” Laila smiled back at him as she pulled open the drawer of her nightstand. Still smiling at Dareios, she pulled out a dildo from inside the opened drawer and slid the business-end of it up over her toned midriff before thrusting it up between her tits. The dildo was by no means extremely long, but it was extremely thick, possibly even thicker than Dareios’ cock, and its ten-inch length still meant that its tip was directly underneath Laila’s chin as she sashayed her way out of her bedroom and towards the upstairs drawing room. When she got to the doorway, she spun round and grinned naughtily at Dareios.

“Are you coming?” Laila asked Dareios, before dipping her head forwards and letting her pink tongue lap at the dildo’s tip.