Ride my donkey!

Jack yanked her forward by the thighs and lined up. His cock was deep black, vein-mapped, thick as a beer can at the root. “Big fuckin’ donkey dick, girl—stay still and take it.” The blunt head parted her ass cheeks and eased past the tight ring, the thick shaft already shiny with spit and her early slick. Everything split, slow, then faster once her hole caved. The flared base bullied its way in and her hole clenched around it like it didn’t want to let go. He bucked; the white puckered rim went thin, pulled out, then snapped back each time his heavy balls slapped her pussy lips. She keened, halfway between moan and plea. Cum inside me—want that warm load balls deep,” she whined. Jack grinned like he owned the place. Deep, long strokes stretched the condom risk away; her walls gripped every swollen inch and pulsed around it. "You smell her cream every stroke, don’t you? That's my cock-show." He slammed once hard; the slap echoed. More creamy white slick streaked his shaft on the pull-out. Another ruthless thrust and his balls slapped deeper—the first hot twitch swelled them bigger. He shoved her down by the small of her back and grinded bottom-out, grinding that rubbery crown against her inner walls as the first hard spurt painted his head white. He just fed her greedy hole, pumping until drops spilled out of the stretch around his cock. Last flex, last dribble, and he ground it even deeper just to hear her beg again.