Interracial Audiophile Sex

Nothing beats cranking your favorite track when you're alone. Sarah Lace is deep in that groove, headphones jammed in, hips swaying in her room. A slow, electric throb starts between her legs. The bass hits and her pussy answers. She's extra small, extra horny, and once the Black beauty locks onto dick nothing gets in her way. She walks out to the kitchen, hops onto the counter, still bumping her playlist. Nothing worth grinding on. Pool next. She shimmies by the water, shorts riding higher. Shorts come off, panties follow, and like magic her guy shows up, dick already tenting. He scoops her up like a toy and carries her back inside. They play hide and seek first. She darts around corners, giggling, ducking behind cupboards, butt cheeks flashing every time she peeks out. He catches her, pins her, and she drops straight to her knees, headphones still on, throat already wet. Spit runs down his shaft while she bobs sloppy and loud. Bed next. She spreads wide, legs stretched, knees practically at her ears. He sinks every thick inch into that tight, needy cunt. Hard strokes, full length, skin slapping. Sweat mixes, moans climb, until she creams hard on his cock and he paints her belly. Sarah smiles, finally fucked and satisfied, headphones still thumping.