“Now, you’re in control,” Adebayo murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as I straddled his semi-hard cock, still glistening with our mixed pleasure. The leather cuffs dangling from my wrists gave me a deliciously wicked idea.
“You ever wear these ones?” I said, flicking open the restraints with a click.
“From time to time,” he admitted, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he watched me with dark, intrigued eyes.
“Do you mind?” I asked, already sliding the cuff around his thick wrist.
“Try me,” he challenged, lifting his arm to help me secure it to the bedpost. Hmm. This was about to get very interesting. I fastened his other wrist but left his ankles free—after all, I needed full access to ride him into next week.
With his arms stretched taut, his chest looked even more fuckable—sculpted, powerful, begging to be touched. I braced my hands against those rock-hard abs, nails digging in just enough to make him groan. Then, an idea hit me.
“I want to suck you back to life,” I whispered against his lips, kissing him slowly and deeply before sliding down his body, leaving his cock twitching against his stomach.
“No protest here,” he chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched me switch gears.
Kneeling between Adebayo’s thighs like a sinner at the altar, I finally got my first proper look at his monster cock. Holy fucking shit! It wasn’t even fully hard yet, and already my pussy clenched at the memory of taking every inch. How the hell did this anaconda even fit inside me?!
That old saying—”hung like a horse”—wasn’t just accurate, it was a fucking understatement. And his balls? Two heavy, ripe mangoes of pure virility. No wonder it felt like he had been pumping lava into me for hours—this man was built to breed.
He spread his legs wider, giving me full access, and I couldn’t resist. I palmed his sac, weighing those fat nuts in my hand while my other fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. “This whole thing was inside me?” I breathed, half in awe, half in disbelief, as I tugged his skin taut, exposing that glossy, over-sized helmet.
“Of course” he smirked, voice already strained as I leaned in.
Even with both hands wrapped tight around Adebayo’s monstrous cock—one gripping the thick base, the other just above it—there was still enough length left for me to slurp his swollen head completely into my mouth. “Mmmph! Fuck!”
The moment my lips sealed around him, Adebayo’s whole body jerked. His back arched off the bed, a guttural “ahhhh!” tearing from his throat as I swirled my tongue around his sensitive tip like I was savoring the last drop of milk. My hands worked in rhythm, stroking what my mouth couldn’t take—yet.
“You want to choke me?” I teased, pulling back just as he tried to thrust deeper. His cock throbbed angrily in my grip, veins pulsing under my fingers as I tortured him with slow, wet sucks on just the head. Precum slicked my tongue—salty, addictive—and I could feel his thighs trembling with restraint.
Then BAM!
His dick suddenly swelled even thicker, pushing my fingers apart like a steel bar. I gasped around his shaft as it hardened to its full, terrifying glory.
I released my left hand, letting half his insane length slide into my mouth. Adebayo’s moan was pure filth—”Ahhh, Chidinma! Your mouth is heaven!”—as I bobbed my head, one hand still working his base while the other gripped his rock-hard thigh.
Instead of settling into a steady rhythm, I teased him mercilessly—alternating between deep, sloppy sucks and slow, torturous licks along the length of his thick, blue-veined monster. My tongue traced every bulging vein, every throbbing inch of his rock-hard, ebony shaft, feeling it twitch and pulse against my lips like a live wire.
“Fuck! Your mouth…!” Adebayo growled, his hips jerking as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, tasting the salty pre-cum already beading at the tip.
My pussy was dripping, throbbing with need, practically screaming for me to climb on top and ride him like a fucking rollercoaster—no restraints, no mercy, just pure, unadulterated grinding. But first? I had to survive this weapon in my mouth. Jesus Christ, if this cannon went off, it could rearrange my damn brain cells.
With one last, lingering suck, I released his glossy, spit-slicked dick, letting it slap against his stomach with a wet thwack. Then I kissed my way up his body—licking, nibbling, worshipping every inch of his god-tier abs before finally, finally settling my soaked, aching pussy right against his shaft.
“My turn to fuck you silly,” I purred, rising up with wicked intent and positioning my dripping pussy over his rock-hard cock. His thick, veined length twitched beneath me, begging for entry.
“Ah! See this monster!” I gasped as I sank down, his massive girth stretching me wide, filling me to the brink. My cum-slicked walls clenched around him, still throbbing from the last round. Leaning forward, I braced my hands against his chiseled chest—hard as fucking marble—and began rolling my hips in slow, torturous circles.
I moaned, grinding down harder, my swollen clit rubbing against him with every movement. His dark eyes burned into mine, hungry and possessive, his muscles flexing as he arched beneath me.
I thought I was in control—until this Yoruba demon decided to remind me who really owned this pussy.
Without warning, he pulled his knees up, his powerful back arching as he THRUST upward, lifting us both clean off the bed. For a heart-stopping second, I was suspended mid-air, his cock barely inside me—
Then BAM!
He slammed me back down, impaling me to the hilt, forcing a scream from my lips as a fresh flood of juices gushed around his shaft.
“Ahhh! Fuck! Jesus Christ!” I screamed as Adebayo flashed me that wicked, knowing grin – the one that said he owned every inch of my body right now. “So I was moving too slow for your liking abi?” I panted, laughing breathlessly as I lifted my hips and slammed back down on his monster dick with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall.
“I just like to… surprise you,” he rumbled, completely dodging my question again, the bastard. His big hands gripped my waist as I picked up the pace, my palms flattening against that rock-hard chest of his while my dripping pussy stretched obscenely around his girth.
“Ohhhh yesss! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that!” I moaned, riding him like my life depended on it – bouncing up and down on that black stallion dick like a woman possessed. My breasts jiggled wildly with every thrust, nipples hard as pebbles, while my tight cunt struggled to take every inch of his massive cock.
You would think after all the toe-curling, back-arching orgasms Adebayo had already wrung from my body, the next one would creep up slow—but no! This one came charging like an okada rider with a death wish, the brutal friction of his wide, glorious cock turning my pussy into a quivering, dripping mess. Every time I lifted my hips, the wet, slurping sound of my greedy cunt sucking him back in pushed me closer to the edge.
My nails were digging into his thighs as my body betrayed me again, hurtling toward another mind-blowing climax.
The restraints were a big fucking mistake.
When I was on my knees teasing his thick cock with my mouth, playing the good little submissive, it felt sexy. But now? I needed his hands on me—needed those big, rough palms claiming every inch of my body. With a desperate groan, I reached up and unsnapped the cuffs from his left wrist, then his right, setting him free.
“Touch me,” I begged, voice shaking as I tried to rock back into rhythm. “Put your hands on me—NOW!”
Adebayo didn’t hesitate. His hands—finally free—clamped onto my breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs brushing over my rock-hard nipples as he held them steady, keeping them from bouncing wildly with each brutal thrust.
His hands were everywhere—rough, demanding, possessive—as I rode him like my life depended on it. His fingers dug into my hips, slamming me down onto his thick cock with each upward thrust, our bodies colliding in a frenzy of sweat and lust. One hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back, while the other roughly squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples until I screamed.
“YES! LIKE THAT! FUCK ME HARDER!” I begged, my voice breaking as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core. I was completely out of control, lost in the primal rhythm of our bodies slamming together, each thrust driving us closer to the edge.
Then—BAM!—my orgasm detonated like a bomb.
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