Jazz bobs her head on my dick, slowly at first, then ups the tempo. She seems to like going back and forth between fast-paced and painstakingly slow. The pressure builds.
“Jazz, I’m about to blow,” I whisper. I grab her by the hair and pull her off and stand up. I pick her up and throw her on the bed; she squeals delightedly.
Now I’m on my knees, my head between her legs as I get to work orally pleasuring her. As she gets close to her climax, I add a couple fingers to the mix, rubbing at her g-spot with them as I tongue her clit and lips.
“OH!” Jazz exclaims, bringing her head up before dropping back down. She grabs a painfully tight hold on the back of my head with both of her hands, pressing me into her crotch and thrusting up with her hips, making it hard to breathe. Her flower forcefully ejects multiple blasts of her fluids straight into my mouth, up my nose, and all over my face and neck.
Jazz passes out for a couple of minutes. I take the time to sit on the side of the bed next to her and catch my breath. In the distance, I hear one of the twins moaning; she’s saying Brent’s name over and over.
She eventually comes to. Jazz looks up at me dreamily and smiles. “Boy, Scott, you done wore me the fuck out. I may not be ready for your dick.”
“I’m ready for your pussy though,” I say. I drag her limp little frame further up the bed, then flip her over onto her stomach and spread her legs. She giggles appreciatively again as I straddle her at the waist.
I pause to take the sight in, thinking of how I’ve never taken a girl in this position before. It’s only now, at this point, that I realize what’s special about this occasion. She’s my first black girl.
I smack each of her butt cheeks, making Jazz moan, then I spread them apart and lower myself into her expectant pussy.
“Ooooooohh,” Jazz breathes out, bringing her head back up as I ease deeper and deeper into her sacred entrance.
Goodness, she feels so good. I get balls deep in her and hold myself there, as she lays her head back down, resting her left cheek on the bed. She looks up at me with one eye.
I kiss her on the cheek, then place my mouth right at her ear. I whisper to her again.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, Jazz.” I tug on her crimson hair to enforce this.
I say it as a statement. Normally I’d ask for permission when I’m with Heather or Lyndsey, (I don’t need permission from Chassidy) but I feel like making it a statement this time, not a question.
Maybe it’s stereotypical- an interracial hookup ending with an insemination- but it’s what I wanted to do. Hell, for a guy who doesn’t plan on becoming a dad anytime soon, filling my partners up is all I ever really want to do.
In any case, all Jazz has to do is say no and I will pull out. She looks like an expert at taking facials.
However, Jazz simply laughs and smiles. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Scott,” she replies, reaching back with a hand to grab my ass for a moment.
I slide my cock almost all the way out of her, leaving just the tip inside, then stroke my way back into her. I continue to do this slowly, warming her up; she’s loving it, judging by the “ooh, yes” and “mhm, fuck” sounds she keeps saying.