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She felt his dick tearing down the thin flesh of door to her forbidden hole, and shouted, “Smack my ass!”
Obliging her freakish demand, Low gave her caramel complexioned butt a firm smack on the left cheek. Smiling at the rippling effect that made her ass jiggle like Jell-O, he watched as she arched her back. Suddenly a tsunami of moans erupted.
“Hmm… Oh…ah yes baby. Yes!”
The mixture of pain, and anal pleasure reached a crescendo, sending her into a whirlpool of sheer bliss. Reaching back, she grabbed Low’s balls into her soft palm, and playfully juggled them between her fingers.
“Ah…” Low hissed.
The massage, and her tight asshole gloving his pulsing penis only intensified the euphoria Low was experiencing. The two Ecstasy pills she had convinced him to pop earlier reached their peak. His blissful rush now exponentially heightened, Low found himself feeling almost too good. Closing his eyes, and tilting his head back, he couldn’t stop moaning his pleasure aloud.
“Uh yeah… Ah yeah, girl!”
“I’m ‘bout to cum!”
When Low heard her screaming, he viciously plunged his pipe deeper into her ass while continuing to finger fucking her gushy pussy. She closed her eyes while intensely rubbing her clit. Hollering in pleasurable pain, her gorgeous body shuddered as an intense orgasm began building inside her like a volcano. Only seconds away from a great eruption, she screamed, “Ooh… I’m… ooh baby, yeah!”
Squirming, her body shook violently while reaching her climax. The feeling of being stimulated three different ways caused a strong wave-like orgasm to stream from her warm crevice. There was no room for recovery because Low was still pumping his dick furiously inside her. The beast within him was unleashed, and her tight ass raised high welcomed it with lust. Low slowly eased his hand from her clit. Reaching back, he grabbed her ass, stuck his thumb slightly between her cheeks, and quickly plugged her hole. The sudden heightened stimulation that she felt caught her totally off guard. The feeling of having both his dick and balls pleasured simultaneously overwhelmed Low. An intense sensation flooded him, causing his knees to buckle.
“Cum for mami, baby!”
She seductively tightened her ass muscle, and Low felt an orgasmic rush take over him. His ecstasy induced high heightened the sensation, and made his entire body feel like one-big dick.
“A-h-h!” Low whimpered, blasting off inside her.
Then immediately collapsing on the hotel’s super king-sized bed, Low was sweating, panting, and gasping for air. He was exhausted, and with eyes shut, he rolled onto his back while trying to catch his breath.
“Damn girl, you’s something else,” he gasped.
With a pleased smile, glancing at Low, she said, “Yeah, I am. But daddy, I ain’t done.”
Inching closer toward him, she began seductively kissing his neck, gliding her moist tongue down Low’s chest, and slowly easing her way down his stomach. On reaching his manhood, she grabbed a hold of his slowly hardening meat.
“Hmm, I see you ain’t done either,” she salaciously smiled then began licking the tip of his dick like a chocolate Tootsie Pop.
Lifting his head, Low stared at her in surprise. His dick was solid as a rock. Fuck Superman, he thought wearing a smug smile. These fucking pills got me feeling like super-dick. Those double-stacked ecstasy pills with five point stars he popped earlier were only an hour and a half into the nine-hour ride. A night Low would never forget was in the beginning stages. It seemed to be going well. Low kicked back, and delighted in some serious sexual pleasure.
Closing his eyes, his mind was enchanted. Damn! This bitch must be a seasoned pro. Her head-game was terrific, and she was expertly giving his cock the deep-throat treatment. Occasionally gagging when the tip of his dick temporarily clogged her esophagus, she was putting him in a trance.
Grabbing a hold of her long silky black dreads, Low used his hand to navigate her rhythm, controlling her pace while fucking the shit out of her mouth. She reached for Low’s nut-sack then gently rubbed, pulled, and massaged his balls. The added pleasurable sensation made Low’s toes curl. Instinctively, she knew Low was on the verge of another explosion. Low’s volcanic buildup reached its peak. His body went tense, and he erupted. Wrapping her full lips around the tip of his meat, she sucked him into her mouth like a Hoover vacuum. His semen gushed through his dick like milk from a cow, Low’s entire body shook in convulsions, and he grimaced.
Lying comfortably on the bed with his head reclined on two plush silk pillows, he took a drag on a Newport, and slowly exhaled. Then he scrolled through his iPhone 8, and released a tiresome sigh. He was feeling drained, and exhausted from fucking for the past two and a half hours. But at the same time, he felt very much satisfied.
“You must work for Bell South, girl cuz you done sucked all the energy out of me,” he laughed, pressing send on his phone when he located the number. Then he continued. “What was your name again?”
“Karma…”
Sighing seductively while winking at Low, the sexy woman glanced up. A sly smile was pasted on her lips. She wanted to be free, and have fun tonight. Wiggling her sexy hips, she returned to crushing the double-stacked Batman-stamped E-pill in a square shaped tin foil. The pill was almost powdery, and ready to mixed with about two grams of fresh crypie weed she brought with her on her flight from school. Ass fucking, and smoking weed-laced with ecstasy were two habits she picked up while attending the University of Miami. Her bachelor’s degree in sports medicine, and communications was a past accomplishment, and she was ready to take the next step on the ladder of success.
An occasionally dabbler in coke, she mostly cultivated a taste for fine wines, partying, and pills. She also developed a deep interest for thug-ass niggas with big dicks, and loads of cash. Low met all her qualifications. She was hooked after her first boyfriend at the U turned her out, exposing her to the fast life, illicit drugs, and sex. Torri was a good girl gone rotten. Her first love, Troy Moore was the star quarterback of the Miami Hurricanes College Division 1 Football team. He was a lock to be in the first round of the upcoming NFL Draft.
All the women on campus wanted him figuring he would be a guaranteed meal ticket. Torri felt fortunate and was grateful to be the girl that he chose. He treated her like gold, buying her everything her heart desired. Throughout her four years at school, Troy made sure she wanted for nothing. In return she was loyal to only him, catering to his every need and desire. Even obligingly allowing him to engage in threesomes with her and her dorm-mate on the night of his twenty-first birthday.
That night, he also enjoyed a girl-on-girl freak show. The evening was topped off with her giving him anal sex for the first time. They were soul mates, at least she was sure of it. During their senior year, he proposed to her, and she was certain that the deal of becoming a rich athlete’s wife was sealed.
Abruptly, he broke-off the engagement after being drafted first overall by the Dallas Cowboys in the NFL Draft, and signing a lucrative multi-million dollar contract. She was by his side, and expected to reap all the rewards of being his beautiful, and loyal fiancée. He moved to Dallas with his millions with a newfound sports agent and girlfriend. Devastated, she never shed a tear. Instead she used that heartbreaking experience as motivation.
The rest of her year at school was mostly spent at all the hot spots in Miami, chasing a good time and trying to find a millionaire baller to lock up and marry. This quickly became her obsession. Her search was definitely going to end with Low, if she had anything to say about it. She had hit the jackpot. She knew that Low’s name was ringing