" Guys it's not my own story this story was written by my Pervert ****** , so guys this story not follow my Regular style "
Lisa in the US, is a big slut. The Los Angeles sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the trendy café where Lisa and Rosé sat, sipping iced lattes. Lisa looked bored, twirling a straw in her drink."Ugh, Rosie, I'm so done with these guys here," Lisa groaned, rolling her eyes. "White guys in the US? Same old, same old. No vibe, no spark. I need something new."
Rosé, with her gangbang experience with BBCs smirked, leaning forward. "Girl, I've been telling you. You gotta try something different. Like, have you ever thought about Black guys? Trust me, they bring a whole other energy."
Lisa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What kinda energy we talking about?"
Rosé laughed, lowering her voice like she was spilling a secret. "Let's just say they got confidence, charm, and… power. Way better than the boring dudes you've been dating. I know this one guy, super hot, super rich. Total catch."
Lisa sat up, curious now. "Rich, huh? Who is he?"
Rosé grinned, pulling out her phone. "He's a businessman, muscles for days, from New York. I met him at a party last month. Look." She showed Lisa a photo of a tall, chiseled Black man in a sharp suit, his smile bold and magnetic.
Lisa's eyes widened."
Damn, Rosie. He's fine," Lisa said, biting her lip. "What's his name?"
"He's Y/N," Rosé teased. "I'll hook you up. But warning: he's intense. You sure you can handle him?"
Lisa smirked, her playful side kicking in. "Handle him? Girl, I'm Lisa. I run the show."
A week later, Rosé made it happen. Lisa and him met at a low-key rooftop bar in LA. He was even better in person—tall, muscular, with a deep laugh that made Lisa's stomach flip. He wore a fitted black shirt that showed off his build, and his confidence matched hers. They hit it off instantly, talking about music, travel, and her kpop life. His smooth compliments and sharp humor kept her hooked...
"Never dated a kpop star before," he said, leaning closer, his voice low. "But you're trouble, aren't you?" Lisa grinned, tossing her hair. "Only the fun kind. You scared?"
He chuckled, his eyes locking on hers. "Nah, I like a challenge."
From that night, they were inseparable. Dates turned into late-night drives, fancy dinners, and cozy movie nights at his sleek penthouse. Lisa loved how he matched her energy. They even started dancing together, him learning her choreography, their chemistry electric as they moved in sync at a private studio. "Rosie was right," Lisa thought one night, watching him laugh as they practiced a dance routine, his hands steady on her waist. "This is way better."
They even danced together on the stage together.
The stage lights flashed in sync with the thumping bass of her latest album. Lisa, with the slutty outfit in the picture, owned the stage with her signature confidence. Her moves were sharp and provocative, she shakes her ass a lot. her secret boyfriend, the tall, muscular Black man, who is one of her backup dancers, blended in with the crew..
Fans didn't know they were dating; to them, he was just another dancer. But Lisa and he stole glances that burned hotter than the stage lights. Their chemistry was undeniable. During a steamy track, Lisa strutted toward him, her eyes locked on his as she dropped low, grinding to the beat. He matched her, his hands hovering just above her waist, their movements so synced it felt like a private dance in front of thousands. The crowd roared, mistaking it for choreography, but the tension between them was real.
As the final song ended, Lisa blew a kiss to the crowd, her sweat-glistened skin catching the spotlight. She and her boyfriend exchanged a look.. The show was done, and the crew was packing up. Lisa, still buzzing from the performance, grabbed his hand, her fingers slick with sweat. "Come with me," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. He smirked, following her lead.
They slipped away from the chaos, climbing a hidden staircase in the venue that led to a private upper room, a VIP suite used for after-parties. Tonight, it was empty except for a massive, plush bed in the center, draped in white sheets that glowed under the dim lights.
Both were drenched in sweat. Lisa's hair was messy, her makeup slightly smudged, but she looked wild and alive. He stood there, his broad chest heaving, muscles flexing as he caught his breath.
"Damn, you were hot out there," he said. He stepped closer, towering over her petite frame, his eyes scanning her like she was his next move.
Lisa grinned, tossing her hair back. "Haha lol! But you know? I assume, fans loved you. Bet they're jealous as hell."
He chuckled, grabbing her wrist gently but firm. "They don't know the half of it. But I'm not here for them." His grip tightened just enough to make her pulse race. She bit her lip, stepping closer until their bodies almost touched. "Oh yeah? Then who you here for?" Her voice was playful.
Lisa is still standing in the same condition, her slutty stage outfit and sweaty still. Her long, skinny legs. He, her interracial boyfriend, was already shirtless from the stage..
Lisa tilted her head, smirking as she eyed his sculpted chest. "You were showing off out there, huh?" she teased, her voice low and flirty. "Dancing like that, half-naked as a black strong guy!. Bet the fans wanted a piece of you."
He stepped closer, his deep laugh rumbling. "Says the girl shaking her ass in that outfit." His eyes roamed her body, lingering on her exposed midriff. "You trying to start a riot or what?" She giggled, twirling a strand of hair.
The mood shifted, the teasing turning intense. He towered over her petite frame, his muscular build making her feel small but electric. Lisa's face changed ~~ her playful smirk became a hungry, slutty stare, her lips parted slightly, eyes locked on his. He leaned in, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against her face. She didn't wait. She tilted her chin up, and their lips crashed together in a deep, intimate French kiss.
It was messy, passionate, all tongue and heat. Their mouths moved hungrily, saliva dripping as they pressed closer, lost in each other. Lisa moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails digging into his sweaty skin. His tongue explored her mouth, and she matched him, bold and eager, the taste of him driving her wild. As they kissed, his strong hands moved to her body, undoing her flimsy crop top with ease. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare skin, still slick from the stage.
He broke the kiss just long enough to peel off her leather shorts, his fingers rough but careful, leaving her in nothing but her lacy underwear. Lisa's tall, skinny frame trembled under his touch, her curves slight but enticing. She gasped, loving how his hands felt against her.
Without warning, he scooped her up, his muscles flexing as he lifted her effortlessly. Lisa let out a playful squeal..
Next, he threw her onto the massive bed. She landed on the soft sheets, her body bouncing slightly, her underwear barely covering her. She propped herself up on her elbows, her face still flushed from the kiss, lips wet and swollen.
Lisa lay sprawled on the massive bed, her glittery crop top long gone, her small, perky tits exposed to the dim light.
"Yo, you just gonna stare or what?" Lisa teased. She arched her back slightly, making her tits perk up, knowing exactly what she was doing.
He chuckled, deep and low, stepping closer. "Oh, you want me to move, huh? Bet you can't handle what's coming, trouble." His eyes locked on her boobs. Lisa giggled, tossing her head back. "Handle? Boy, I'm Lisa. I run this." She winked, her tone dripping with slutty confidence.
He didn't waste another second. He climbed onto the bed, his massive frame hovering over her small body.
His lips found her small tits, sucking one nipple hard, making her gasp. His rough hand pressed the other, kneading it firmly, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Lisa squirmed, a mix of pleasure and ticklishness, her giggles turning into soft moans. "Oh my god, you're such a freak," she laughed, her voice breathy but delighted.
He grinned against her skin, switching to suck the other tit, his hand now squeezing the first. "Freak? Says the girl moaning like that," he mumbled, his voice muffled as he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
Lisa burst out laughing, her body shaking under him. "Shut up! You're gonna make me lose it!" She swatted his shoulder playfully, her slender hand barely making a dent against his solid muscles. It was all for fun, and he didn't budge, just smirked and kept going, loving how she was enjoying every second.He pulled back for a moment, his hands sliding down her flat stomach to the edge of her lacy panties. Lisa bit her lip, watching him with that slutty, eager look.
Slowly, he peeled the damp fabric off, revealing her fully. The panties were soaked in sweat from the stage and her own wetness. He held them up, bringing them to his face and taking a deep sniff.. "Damn, you smell good," he said.. Lisa cackled, her laughter loud and unfiltered. "Ew, you're so nasty!" she squealed, shoving his chest with both hands, though it was like pushing a brick wall. Her push was all play.. "What's wrong with you, sniffing my sweaty panties like that?" He tossed the panties aside, grinning wide. "Wrong? Nah, I'm just enjoying my girl." He leaned closer, his face inches from hers. "You love it, don't lie."
Lisa smirked, her naked body stretched out beneath him. "Maybe I do, freak," she shot back....
She reached up, pulling him down by the neck, and their lips crashed together again. The kiss was deep, sloppy, and full of tongue, just like before. Saliva dripped as they devoured each other, their sweaty bodies pressed tight. His hands roamed her naked curves, gripping her hips as they kissed..
She was fully naked now, while her guy still wore his pants, the fabric stretched tight over his muscular thighs. Both were drenched in sweat, their skin slick and hot from the stage and their rising desire.
After a long nasty tongue deep intimate kisses, they meet with their eyes again.
He pulled back. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, his voice low and teasing.
Lisa bit her lip, her slutty smile wide, "Ready? I was born for this," she purred.
With a swift move, he grabbed her thighs, his strong hands spreading them wide. Lisa's breath hitched, her eyes locked on him as he pulled her hips toward his face. "Time to taste my girl," he murmured.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy, and Lisa's world exploded.
Her pussy was a vision pink, glistening, and yummy, slick with her arousal and sweat from the stage. He dove in, his lips and tongue attacking her clit with god-level precision. He started with slow, deliberate licks, his tongue flat and broad, dragging across her sensitive bud, savoring her sweet, musky taste. "Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned against her, the vibration making her shake. His lips closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, pulling the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth.
Lisa's moans turned into screams, her head thrashing on the pillow."Oh my god, yes!" she cried. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white as his tongue flicked faster, circling her clit with great skill.
Her pussy was dripping now, her juices coating his lips and chin, and he lapped it up like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. He pressed his tongue deeper, swirling around her clit in tight, precise patterns, then sucking hard, making her hips buck against his face.
Lisa was in heaven, her body shaking, her screams louder with every second. "Don't stop, oh fuck, please!" she begged with slutty confidence now pure desperation.
Her pussy clenched, her juices flowing freely, and he drank every drop, his groans of satisfaction humming against her. Her climax built like a tidal wave, her body tensing, her moans turning into breathless gasps. "I can't—oh god, I'm gonna--- pee" she screamed, and then it hit.
Potentially mature content
importantpuppystarfish
May 17
Lisa x BBC
Male reader or Y/N x Lisa Manoban
Warning: interracial, piss drinking, rough, pussy gape, ass spanking
Lisa in the US, is a big slut. The Los Angeles sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the trendy café where Lisa and Rosé sat, sipping iced lattes. Lisa looked bored, twirling a straw in her drink."Ugh, Rosie, I'm so done with these guys here," Lisa groaned, rolling her eyes. "White guys in the US? Same old, same old. No vibe, no spark. I need something new."
Rosé, with her gangbang experience with BBCs smirked, leaning forward. "Girl, I've been telling you. You gotta try something different. Like, have you ever thought about Black guys? Trust me, they bring a whole other energy."
Lisa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What kinda energy we talking about?"
Rosé laughed, lowering her voice like she was spilling a secret. "Let's just say they got confidence, charm, and… power. Way better than the boring dudes you've been dating. I know this one guy, super hot, super rich. Total catch."
Lisa sat up, curious now. "Rich, huh? Who is he?"
Rosé grinned, pulling out her phone. "He's a businessman, muscles for days, from New York. I met him at a party last month. Look." She showed Lisa a photo of a tall, chiseled Black man in a sharp suit, his smile bold and magnetic.
Lisa's eyes widened."
Damn, Rosie. He's fine," Lisa said, biting her lip. "What's his name?"
"He's Y/N," Rosé teased. "I'll hook you up. But warning: he's intense. You sure you can handle him?"
Lisa smirked, her playful side kicking in. "Handle him? Girl, I'm Lisa. I run the show."
A week later, Rosé made it happen. Lisa and him met at a low-key rooftop bar in LA. He was even better in person—tall, muscular, with a deep laugh that made Lisa's stomach flip. He wore a fitted black shirt that showed off his build, and his confidence matched hers. They hit it off instantly, talking about music, travel, and her kpop life. His smooth compliments and sharp humor kept her hooked.
"Never dated a kpop star before," he said, leaning closer, his voice low. "But you're trouble, aren't you?" Lisa grinned, tossing her hair. "Only the fun kind. You scared?"
He chuckled, his eyes locking on hers. "Nah, I like a challenge."
From that night, they were inseparable. Dates turned into late-night drives, fancy dinners, and cozy movie nights at his sleek penthouse. Lisa loved how he matched her energy. They even started dancing together, him learning her choreography, their chemistry electric as they moved in sync at a private studio. "Rosie was right," Lisa thought one night, watching him laugh as they practiced a dance routine, his hands steady on her waist. "This is way better."
They even danced together on the stage together.
The stage lights flashed in sync with the thumping bass of her latest album. Lisa, with the slutty outfit in the picture, owned the stage with her signature confidence. Her moves were sharp and provocative, she shakes her ass a lot. her secret boyfriend, the tall, muscular Black man, who is one of her backup dancers, blended in with the crew..
Fans didn't know they were dating; to them, he was just another dancer. But Lisa and he stole glances that burned hotter than the stage lights. Their chemistry was undeniable. During a steamy track, Lisa strutted toward him, her eyes locked on his as she dropped low, grinding to the beat. He matched her, his hands hovering just above her waist, their movements so synced it felt like a private dance in front of thousands. The crowd roared, mistaking it for choreography, but the tension between them was real.
As the final song ended, Lisa blew a kiss to the crowd, her sweat-glistened skin catching the spotlight. She and her boyfriend exchanged a look.. The show was done, and the crew was packing up. Lisa, still buzzing from the performance, grabbed his hand, her fingers slick with sweat. "Come with me," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. He smirked, following her lead.
They slipped away from the chaos, climbing a hidden staircase in the venue that led to a private upper room, a VIP suite used for after-parties. Tonight, it was empty except for a massive, plush bed in the center, draped in white sheets that glowed under the dim lights.
Both were drenched in sweat. Lisa's hair was messy, her makeup slightly smudged, but she looked wild and alive. He stood there, his broad chest heaving, muscles flexing as he caught his breath.
"Damn, you were hot out there," he said. He stepped closer, towering over her petite frame, his eyes scanning her like she was his next move.
Lisa grinned, tossing her hair back. "Haha lol! But you know? I assume, fans loved you. Bet they're jealous as hell."
He chuckled, grabbing her wrist gently but firm. "They don't know the half of it. But I'm not here for them." His grip tightened just enough to make her pulse race. She bit her lip, stepping closer until their bodies almost touched. "Oh yeah? Then who you here for?" Her voice was playful.
Lisa is still standing in the same condition, her slutty stage outfit and sweaty still. Her long, skinny legs. He, her interracial boyfriend, was already shirtless from the stage..
Lisa tilted her head, smirking as she eyed his sculpted chest. "You were showing off out there, huh?" she teased, her voice low and flirty. "Dancing like that, half-naked as a black strong guy!. Bet the fans wanted a piece of you."
He stepped closer, his deep laugh rumbling. "Says the girl shaking her ass in that outfit." His eyes roamed her body, lingering on her exposed midriff. "You trying to start a riot or what?" She giggled, twirling a strand of hair.
The mood shifted, the teasing turning intense. He towered over her petite frame, his muscular build making her feel small but electric. Lisa's face changed ~~ her playful smirk became a hungry, slutty stare, her lips parted slightly, eyes locked on his. He leaned in, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against her face. She didn't wait. She tilted her chin up, and their lips crashed together in a deep, intimate French kiss.
It was messy, passionate, all tongue and heat. Their mouths moved hungrily, saliva dripping as they pressed closer, lost in each other. Lisa moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails digging into his sweaty skin. His tongue explored her mouth, and she matched him, bold and eager, the taste of him driving her wild. As they kissed, his strong hands moved to her body, undoing her flimsy crop top with ease. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare skin, still slick from the stage.
He broke the kiss just long enough to peel off her leather shorts, his fingers rough but careful, leaving her in nothing but her lacy underwear. Lisa's tall, skinny frame trembled under his touch, her curves slight but enticing. She gasped, loving how his hands felt against her.
Without warning, he scooped her up, his muscles flexing as he lifted her effortlessly. Lisa let out a playful squeal..
Next, he threw her onto the massive bed. She landed on the soft sheets, her body bouncing slightly, her underwear barely covering her. She propped herself up on her elbows, her face still flushed from the kiss, lips wet and swollen.
Lisa lay sprawled on the massive bed, her glittery crop top long gone, her small, perky tits exposed to the dim light.
"Yo, you just gonna stare or what?" Lisa teased. She arched her back slightly, making her tits perk up, knowing exactly what she was doing.
He chuckled, deep and low, stepping closer. "Oh, you want me to move, huh? Bet you can't handle what's coming, trouble." His eyes locked on her boobs. Lisa giggled, tossing her head back. "Handle? Boy, I'm Lisa. I run this." She winked, her tone dripping with slutty confidence.
He didn't waste another second. He climbed onto the bed, his massive frame hovering over her small body.
His lips found her small tits, sucking one nipple hard, making her gasp. His rough hand pressed the other, kneading it firmly, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Lisa squirmed, a mix of pleasure and ticklishness, her giggles turning into soft moans. "Oh my god, you're such a freak," she laughed, her voice breathy but delighted.
He grinned against her skin, switching to suck the other tit, his hand now squeezing the first. "Freak? Says the girl moaning like that," he mumbled, his voice muffled as he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
Lisa burst out laughing, her body shaking under him. "Shut up! You're gonna make me lose it!" She swatted his shoulder playfully, her slender hand barely making a dent against his solid muscles. It was all for fun, and he didn't budge, just smirked and kept going, loving how she was enjoying every second.He pulled back for a moment, his hands sliding down her flat stomach to the edge of her lacy panties. Lisa bit her lip, watching him with that slutty, eager look.
Slowly, he peeled the damp fabric off, revealing her fully. The panties were soaked in sweat from the stage and her own wetness. He held them up, bringing them to his face and taking a deep sniff.. "Damn, you smell good," he said.. Lisa cackled, her laughter loud and unfiltered. "Ew, you're so nasty!" she squealed, shoving his chest with both hands, though it was like pushing a brick wall. Her push was all play.. "What's wrong with you, sniffing my sweaty panties like that?" He tossed the panties aside, grinning wide. "Wrong? Nah, I'm just enjoying my girl." He leaned closer, his face inches from hers. "You love it, don't lie."
Lisa smirked, her naked body stretched out beneath him. "Maybe I do, freak," she shot back....
She reached up, pulling him down by the neck, and their lips crashed together again. The kiss was deep, sloppy, and full of tongue, just like before. Saliva dripped as they devoured each other, their sweaty bodies pressed tight. His hands roamed her naked curves, gripping her hips as they kissed..
She was fully naked now, while her guy still wore his pants, the fabric stretched tight over his muscular thighs. Both were drenched in sweat, their skin slick and hot from the stage and their rising desire.
After a long nasty tongue deep intimate kisses, they meet with their eyes again.
He pulled back. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, his voice low and teasing.
Lisa bit her lip, her slutty smile wide, "Ready? I was born for this," she purred.
With a swift move, he grabbed her thighs, his strong hands spreading them wide. Lisa's breath hitched, her eyes locked on him as he pulled her hips toward his face. "Time to taste my girl," he murmured.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy, and Lisa's world exploded.
Her pussy was a vision pink, glistening, and yummy, slick with her arousal and sweat from the stage. He dove in, his lips and tongue attacking her clit with god-level precision. He started with slow, deliberate licks, his tongue flat and broad, dragging across her sensitive bud, savoring her sweet, musky taste. "Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned against her, the vibration making her shake. His lips closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, pulling the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth.
Lisa's moans turned into screams, her head thrashing on the pillow."Oh my god, yes!" she cried. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white as his tongue flicked faster, circling her clit with great skill.
Her pussy was dripping now, her juices coating his lips and chin, and he lapped it up like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. He pressed his tongue deeper, swirling around her clit in tight, precise patterns, then sucking hard, making her hips buck against his face.
Lisa was in heaven, her body shaking, her screams louder with every second. "Don't stop, oh fuck, please!" she begged with slutty confidence now pure desperation.
Her pussy clenched, her juices flowing freely, and he drank every drop, his groans of satisfaction humming against her. Her climax built like a tidal wave, her body tensing, her moans turning into breathless gasps. "I can't—oh god, I'm gonna--- pee" she screamed, and then it hit.
Her orgasm exploded, but it was more than that. The pleasure was so intense, so god-level, that Lisa lost all control. Her pussy pulsed, and she pissed, a nonstop stream of hot, clear liquid gushing over his mouth. He didn't pull away~~ he opened his mouth wider, drinking her piss-like release, his hands gripping her thighs tighter as she shook uncontrollably.
Lisa's screams filled the room, her body convulsing as she squirted again and again, her juices soaking his face, the sheets, everything. "Oh my god, oh my god!" she wailed, her voice hoarse, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwhelmed her. He kept licking, softer now, guiding her through the aftershocks, his tongue gentle but still on her clit, drawing out every last tremor. Finally, she collapsed, panting, her body limp, her pussy still twitching. He pulled back, his face drenched, his lips glistening with her release. He wiped his chin, grinning down at her. "Told you I'd make you lose it," he said, his voice smug but full of love. Lisa, still catching her breath, managed a weak laugh, her eyes half-open, her smile pure bliss. "You're… too good," she whispered, her voice wrecked but happy. She reached for him, her hands shaky, pulling him down for a kiss, not caring that his mouth tasted like her.
After the kiss, she smirked "Umm Y/N, you really drank all that, my urine?" she teased, her voice hoarse but dripping with amusement. "I pissed on your face, and you just… slurped it up like a champ. That's some dedication, babe.. Like my slave" Her laughter bubbled up, loud and trolling, her eyes glinting as she poked fun at him for savoring her uncontrollable release.
Upon listening this, the guy raised an eyebrow, wiping his chin with a slow, deliberate motion, his grin turning wicked. "Oh, you think that's funny, huh? Trolling me like that?" His voice was low, teasing, but there was a dominant edge that made Lisa's pulse race. "Guess I gotta get you back for that one, trouble." Lisa giggled, tossing her hair back, her confidence unshaken. "Revenge? Bring it, big guy. What you got?" She leaned forward...
He stood up, and without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his tight pants and slid them down, kicking them aside. Lisa's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in pure shock.
His cock sprang free, and it was massive, very thick, long, extremely huge black rod that looked almost unreal. It was easily the size of her forearm, from her elbow to her wrist, veins pulsing, standing proud and intimidating. Lisa's petite hands could barely wrap around it in her imagination, and the sheer scale of it made her freeze.
"Holy… fuck," she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "That's… that's not even fair. It's bigger than my arm!" Her eyes were glued to it, her slutty confidence flickering into something like nervous excitement. She laughed, but it was shaky, her shock clear. "You've been hiding that this whole time?"He chuckled, stepping closer, his cock swaying slightly, making her eyes follow it.
"You wanted to troll me, baby? Now you deal with this.", "Ready to have some fun my Bitch?"
Lisa bit her lip, her shock melting into a hungry, daring grin. "Fun? Let's see if I can handle that monster," she said, her voice bold again, though her wide eyes betrayed her nerves. She scooted to the edge of the bed, her naked body still slick with sweat, ready to meet his challenge.
He didn't give her much time to prepare. He grabbed a fistful of her messy hair rough but commanding, guiding her face toward his massive cock.
Lisa opened her mouth, her lips stretching wide, but it was a struggle to take him. He pushed forward, sliding the thick head past her lips, and then deeper, turning it into a rough, relentless deepthroat. Lisa's eyes watered instantly, her throat tightening as he filled her mouth, the size of him overwhelming. She gagged hard, the wet, sloppy gawk gawk sounds echoing in the room as he thrust steadily, his hand firm on her head."Fuck, that's it," he groaned...
Lisa's hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his muscular legs as she tried to keep up. Her throat bulged slightly with each thrust, her gags loud and messy, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her small tits. The GAWK GAWK noises grew wetter, more desperate, as he fucked her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every push. Lisa's moans mixed with her gags, her body trembling with the intensity. It was rough, almost too much, but she loved it—the raw power of him, the way he took control after her playful trolling.
Her eyes flicked up to meet his, tears streaming down her cheeks, but there was a fire in her gaze, a slutty determination to take him. She pushed herself to relax her throat, letting him go deeper, her gagging turning into a rhythm of its own, the sloppy sounds filling the suite.
As it still went ongoing. The deepthroat ends up in something different. Lisa was in trouble~~~her throat ached from the sheer size and hardness of his cock, each thrust scraping her raw. she gagged nonstop and her eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her cheeks, smearing her stage makeup into a messy blur. A small gag turned into a choke, and Lisa's stomach lurched. She puked a little, a thin stream of bile mixing with the saliva, dribbling down her chin. Her eyes widened in panic, but his grip didn't falter, his cock still buried deep, the facefucking relentless. "Fuck, you're taking it," he groaned...
She was hurting, her throat damaged, but her slutty spirit refused to quit. The facefucking went on, minutes blurring together, her gawk gawk gags still echoing in the room.
Finally, his cock as its still throbbing in her mouth gor the chance for revenge ~~ not playful trolling, but a mutual, primal exchange. "Piss for piss, baby," he murmured, his voice low and dominant.
Without warning, he released his hot, powerful stream of piss flooding deep into her throat. Lisa's eyes widened, her gags turning into choked gulps as she struggled to keep up.
The taste was sharp, salty, overwhelming, but she drank it all, her throat working to swallow every drop of his release. It was their twisted balance ~~~ her squirt in his mouth, his piss in hers.. Her body shook, her throat burning, but she took it, her hands still clutching his thighs....He finally pulled out, his massive cock glistening, leaving Lisa gasping for air.
She collapsed back onto the bed, her skinny frame trembling, her throat sore and damaged, her face a mess of tears, spit, puke, and traces of his piss. Her lips were swollen, her eyes red, but as she caught her breath, a slow, slutty smile spread across her face. Despite the pain, the roughness, the chaos, she loved it....
"Good girl," he said, his voice soft but proud..
Now, He leaned closer saying "I'm not done, baby," he said, his tone is dominant.
Lisa's breath hitched, her heart racing. "W-Wait, what?" she stammered, her raspy voice tinged with fear.
Her body was already battered, with throat sore, face wrecked, energy drained. The size of his cock, still glistening from her mouth, loomed in her mind, and the thought of more made her shrink back slightly.
"Babe, I'm… I'm kinda spent," she whispered, her usual confidence faltering, her long legs curling defensively.
He didn't respond with words. His eyes locked on hers, unyielding, as he shifted, positioning himself between her thighs in missionary style. His strong hands gripped her slender hips, pulling her toward him with ease. Lisa's eyes widened, panic flashing as she saw him aim his massive cock at her pussy, the thick head brushing her still-wet folds.
"Hold on, wait—" she started, her voice shaky, but he didn't pause or ask for permission. With a single, powerful thrust, he drove into her, his huge cock stretching her tight pussy to its limits. Lisa screamed, a raw, piercing sound that echoed in the suite. The pain was immediate, her pussy burning as it struggled to take his size, the roughness of his entry overwhelming.
"FUCK, it hurts!" she cried, her hands pushing against his chest, trying to resist, but her skinny arms were useless against his muscular frame. He was too strong, too determined, his hips slamming forward with relentless force. Each thrust was rough, deep, and unyielding, his cock filling her completely, stretching her in ways that felt impossible.
Her screams mixed with moans, her body caught in a confusing storm of pain and pleasure. "Oh god, slow down!" she gasped, her voice breaking although her body responding even as her mind reeled.
She was confused, torn between the agony of his size and the electric sparks of ecstasy his rough fucking ignited. Her long legs trembled, her toes curling, her small tits bouncing with each brutal thrust.He didn't let up, his rhythm fierce, the bed shaking under them.
His hand moved, delivering a sharp hard slap to her cheek, it hard enough to bruise, and enough to sting, making her gasp. "Take it slut!," he growled, his voice thick with lust. The slap jolted her, adding to her disorientation, her moans louder now, her screams softer but still laced with pain.
Another thrust, another slap, this one lighter but still sharp, and Lisa's head spun, her body overwhelmed. "Fuck, it's too much.. You're degrading me!" she whimpered, her hands clawing at his shoulders, trying to slow him, but her resistance was futile. Her pussy was stretched to its breaking point, the rough fucking relentless, his cock hitting deep inside her with every move. Her eyes rolled back, tears streaming.. She didn't know if she loved it or hated it ~~ her body screamed in pain, but her moans grew throatier, her hips starting to rock instinctively, chasing the pleasure buried in the chaos.
The missionary position kept her pinned.. Now, He slowed his thrusts, aiming for another position.
"Turn over," he commanded,, pulling out just enough to give her space. Lisa's chest heaved, her breath ragged, her red eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhaustion.
"Dude-, I can't anymore" she started, her voice hoarse, but his strong hands were already on her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with ease.
"Doggy style, baby bitch," he growled, not waiting for her to adjust. Lisa scrambled onto her knees, her slender arms shaking as she propped herself up, her long legs trembling.
Her pussy ached, still dripping from the rough fucking, but before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her hips and slammed his massive black cock back into her, deeper this time, the angle hitting new, sensitive spots.
Lisa screamed louder, her voice cracking, the pain sharp and overwhelming as her pussy stretched again around his enormous size. He didn't hold back. His thrusts were rough, fast, and merciless, each one rocking her body forward, her small tits bouncing, her hands clawing at the sheets.
Then came the first slap, a hard, stinging smack to her ass that made her yelp. "Fuck!" she cried, her voice a mix of shock and pain. His hand came down again, even harder, the sound echoing in the room.
Her pale ass turned bright red, the skin burning under his relentless slaps. Lisa's screams grew louder, her body jerking with each hit, the pain dominating but laced with a twisted thread of pleasure.
He reached for his belt, discarded on the bed from earlier. The leather gleamed in the dim light as he looped it in his hand. "You're mine," he said, his voice thick with dominance, and brought the belt down on her already-red ass. The crack was deafening, the sting excruciating. Lisa's scream was raw and louder bow.. Her body lurching forward, but his grip on her hips kept her in place.
He fucked her harder, the belt slapping her ass again and again, each hit leaving angry red welts. Her ass was a fiery mess, the pain so intense it drowned out the pleasure, though her pussy still clenched around him, her moans slipping through her cries.
"Oh god, it hurts! Please!" she sobbed, her voice breaking, her tears soaking the sheets. Her body was suffering, her ass throbbing, her pussy raw, but the doggy style fucking didn't stop. The belt kept coming, nonstop, each slap pushing her closer to her breaking point. Her screams were mostly pain now, the pleasure buried under the overwhelming agony, her mind a blur of love, fear, and endurance. She didn't know how much more she could take, but her slutty spirit clung to their connection, even as her body begged for relief.
Suddenly, he tossed the belt aside, his hands grabbing her waist. With a rough yank, he pulled her off the bed, her knees hitting the floor with a thud.
Lisa gasped, her body too weak to resist, her red ass and sore pussy screaming in protest. "W-What are you—" she stammered, but before she could finish, he lifted her like she was nothing, just a toy slut in his powerful arms.
His muscles flexed as he hoisted her up, her long legs dangling, her lightweight frame no match for his strength.He positioned her mid-air, her back against his chest, and thrust his massive cock back into her pussy, fucking her while holding her up.
Lisa's head fell back, her screams echoing as the new angle drove him even deeper, her pussy stretched beyond belief. Her arms flailed, trying to grab his shoulders for support, but she was helpless, her body bouncing in his grip like a ragdoll.
"Fuck, take it!" he grunted. Now, Lisa's pussy was dripping, her juices coating his cock, but the pain dominated, her ass burning, her pussy raw, her body suffering under his relentless assault. She was his, and even in her agony, their connection held, her screams a testament to the intensity of their love.
Next, he threw her roughly on the floor. Lisa's eyes were half-open, red and teary, her face a wreck of tears, sweat, spit, and smeared makeup. Her lips trembled, her voice gone, her body shaking uncontrollably from nonstop rough fucking. The BBC was too big.
He straddled her chest, his massive cock, still slick with her juices and the remnants of her ruined hole, hovering near her face. "Open up," he commanded, his tone firm but laced with a dark affection.
Lisa's lips parted weakly, her strength gone, her mind too foggy to resist. He pushed his cock into her mouth, not as deep as before but enough to fill her. She gagged faintly, the taste of her own pussy overwhelming, but she had no fight left.
With a low groan, he cummed inside her mouth, his hot, thick cum flooding her mouth in heavy spurts. Lisa choked, her throat raw, but she swallowed every drop, her body too broken to do anything else.
The cum coated her tongue, dripping down her chin as he pulled out, leaving her gasping, her lips swollen and trembling.
He leaned back, his chest heaving, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. Lisa was a mess, her ass burned like fire, her pussy has extreme gape ensuring days of pain and immobility. Her body shook, her legs useless, her throat sore... She couldn't stand, couldn't move, her pussy is still sore in the most brutal way. Her screams were gone, replaced by shallow, ragged breaths, her teary eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.