Sara's dark eyes widened as Gattouz0's hand gripped her hair, tilting her head back. "Open wide, mami," he growled, his Tunisian accent thick. A shiver ran down her spine, not of fear, but of pure, unadulterated lust. His big cock throbbed against her lips, a promise of the pleasure and pain to come.
She obliged, her big boobs swaying slightly as she leaned back further. The taste of him, raw and primal, filled her senses. A low moan escaped her throat as he thrust forward, her gag reflex fighting the urge to submit. But she wanted this. She craved the intensity, the feeling of being completely possessed.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze intense. Sara's eyes, filled with desire, met his. He knew she was ready. "You like it rough, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She nodded, her brunette hair cascading down her back. He grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
With a primal roar, he plunged deep into her throat, forcing her to take every inch of his big cock. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. The sensation was too overwhelming, too addictive. He pounded into her, his grip tightening on her hips, forcing her deeper and deeper. Her hands clawed at his back, her tattoo scratching against his skin.
Finally, he erupted, filling her mouth with his hot, thick load. She swallowed it all, savoring the taste of his release. As he pulled away, she gasped for air, her chest heaving. He looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "That's my good girl," he said, wiping a stray strand of hair from her face.
Sara smiled, a knowing glint in her eye. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it. This was just the beginning.
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Sara Retali
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Gattouz0