Slutty Surrender: Sarah's Desire for Freedom

Sarah had been living in her cozy suburban house for about five years now, ever since her divorce from that boring accountant who couldn't find her clit with a map and a flashlight. She was in her prime - curvy in all the right places, with long wavy auburn hair, green eyes that sparkled when she laughed, and a body she kept toned with yoga and the occasional jog. But lately, her nights had been lonely. She craved something real, something raw. And then one sunny Saturday morning, he moved in next door.

From her kitchen window, Sarah watched as the moving truck pulled up. Boxes piled out, but her eyes locked on him - the new neighbor. Tall, at least 6 inches tall, with smooth dark skin that gleamed under the sun, broad shoulders straining against a tight white t-shirt, and muscles that rippled as he lifted heavy furniture like it was nothing. He had a shaved head, a neatly trimmed beard, and a smile that flashed white teeth when he joked with the movers.

damn, she thought, biting her lip. He was black, gorgeous, and looked like he could break her in half - in the best way possible. And now he was right next door to her, his body a sculpted masterpiece. Sarah spread her legs wide, dress hiked up, no panties. She felt it, the burning heat that radiated from him as he moved around in his home.

He wasn't going to let her get away with this. His cock sprang out - thick, veiny, rock-hard, at least ten inches of dark meat. She stroked it, drooling. He lifted her like she was nothing and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her on the mattress. He stripped fast, his body a sculpted masterpiece.

Sarah spread her legs wide, dress hiked up, no panties. She felt it, the burning heat that radiated from him as he moved around in his home. His cock pounded against her ass, rubbing her clit roughly, and she moaned. He thrust forward, stretching her wide, putting pressure on her pussy. "You want me, huh?" he asked. "I'll take care of you."

She did, cumming hard, muffled into the sheets, her pussy milking him desperately. He started pounding slowly in missionary, his weight pinning her, his hands gripping her wrists above her head. "Beg for it, slut," he growled. "You want me to fucking take care of you?"

But she was not one to be easily turned. With a guttural roar, Jamal thrust himself inside, pounding hard against her pussy. She cried out, the pain overwhelming, but he never stopped. He pounded missionary deep, his weight pinning her, his hands gripping her wrists above her head.

She came again, muffled into the sheets, her pussy thrashing wildly. Jamal grunted, panting heavily. "Cum inside me...please!" he growled. "You want me to fucking cum inside you?"

And so it went. He pounded missionary deep, his weight pinning her, his hands gripping her wrists above her head. She moaned, cried out, and came again - again again. And with each orgasm, she reached a new level of lust.

He moved on, pounding her until she begged for him to stop, begging for it. "Cum inside me...please!" he growled. "You want me to fucking cum inside you?"

And so it went. He pounded missionary deep, his weight pinning her, his hands gripping her wrists above her head. She moaned, cried out, and came again - again again. And with each orgasm, she reached a new level of lust.

They collapsed, breathing ragged, but she was still horny. "More, yes," she whispered, stroking his cock back to life. He grunted, standing up then, pulling her onto his lap facing him.

"Ride me, baby," he growled. "I'll take care of you."

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