Weekly Poll #20 - OC / Caitlin Clark (Basketball) {Story 35} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #20 - OC / Caitlin Clark {Story 35}

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The celebration party was loud and packed, the off-campus house throbbing with heavy bass that you could feel in your chest. Music blasted from speakers in the living room, mixing with shouts, laughter, and the clink of red Solo cups. The place smelled like a mix of spilled beer, greasy pizza boxes stacked on every surface, sweat from dancing bodies, and that unmistakable buzz of victory hanging in the air. Iowa women’s basketball had just punched their ticket to the finals, and the men’s team had rolled up in force to turn the night into pure chaos. People spilled from room to room, some grinding on the makeshift dance floor, others playing beer pong in the kitchen, everyone riding the high of the season.

Darius Fuller leaned against the kitchen counter, his 6’11” frame making him stand out even in the crowded room. The starting center for the Iowa men’s team was built like a wall—long, powerful arms, broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and thick, muscular legs that ate up the court every game. His dark skin glistened under the low, flashing lights, a light sheen of sweat from the warm, stuffy house. He sipped his drink slowly, the cold beer refreshing against the heat, watching the room with a quiet, amused smirk on his face. At parties like this, he was used to being the tallest guy around, drawing glances, but tonight his attention kept drifting to one person in particular.

His teammate Boston was already three drinks deep, leaning on the counter next to him and hyping himself up like he was about to drop the game-winning shot. Boston was a solid guard, quick on his feet, but right now he looked more focused on scoring off the court. “Man, tonight’s the night,” Boston said, his words already starting to slur just a little as he craned his neck, eyes locked across the room on Caitlin Clark. “I’ve been texting her for weeks, bro. Little jokes, some compliments on her games, you know how it goes. She’s been playing hard to get, replying all short and shit, but after this huge win? She’s gotta be feeling herself. I’m making my move tonight. Watch me work. I’m gonna charm the hell out of her.”

Darius chuckled low in his chest, taking another slow sip from his cup to hide his expression. He didn’t say a single word about the fact that he’d been “busy” with Caitlin for the past couple of weeks. After late practices when the gym was empty, late-night drives in his car where she’d climb into the backseat and ride him until the windows fogged up completely, her moans filling the small space. Hookups in hotel rooms during road trips. Boston had no clue, and Darius sure as hell wasn’t about to tell him. He just nodded, keeping his face neutral. “Sounds like a plan.”

Boston straightened up, fixing his shirt and running a hand through his hair, trying to look presentable even though his eyes were already glassy from the drinks. “She’s right over there, man. Look at her. Fuck, she’s fine. That body after all those games? I bet she’s flexible as hell too. Wish me luck, big man. I’m going in.”

Darius glanced across the room where Boston was staring. Caitlin Clark was standing with some of her teammates, laughing at something one of them said. She looked incredible tonight, glowing from the big win. Her athletic body was on full display in a tight top that hugged her perky, firm tits perfectly, the fabric stretching across her chest and showing just enough cleavage to draw the eye. The short skirt she wore rode high on her long, toned legs, showing off the smooth, muscular thighs that powered her on the court and a tight, round ass that flexed subtly every time she shifted her weight. Her hair was down, framing her confident face, and the way she carried herself—smiling, energetic, the clear star of the team—made her stand out even more in the crowded party.

“Yeah, she looks good,” Darius said casually, keeping his voice even. Inside, he was already thinking about how that same body had been pressed against him just a few nights ago, her legs wrapped around his waist as she came hard in the front seat of his car. “Go get her.”

Boston grinned, slapping Darius on the shoulder. “That’s what I’m talking about. Watch and learn, big fella. I’m about to lock this down.” He straightened his shoulders one more time, grabbed a fresh drink for courage, and started weaving through the crowd toward Caitlin, all swagger and determination.

Darius stayed leaning against the counter, sipping his beer and watching with that quiet smirk. He could already tell how this was going to go. Boston was a good teammate, but he didn’t stand a chance. Not when Darius had been the one making Caitlin moan his name behind closed doors.

The party kept pulsing around him—the bass thumping, people shouting toasts to the finals, the smell of beer and victory thick in the air. Darius waited, calm and patient, knowing his turn would come soon enough.

Boston approached Caitlin with a big smile, leaning in a little too close as he started talking. Darius couldn’t hear everything from across the room, but he caught bits and pieces over the music—Boston congratulating her on the game, cracking some joke about her handles, trying to flirt by mentioning how they should celebrate together. Caitlin smiled politely at first, nodding along and laughing at the right moments, but Darius could see the way her body language shifted. She took a small step back, her answers getting shorter, her eyes glancing around the room like she was looking for an out.

Boston kept pushing, gesturing with his drink, talking himself up about his own game and how they made such a good pair on and off the court. Caitlin’s teammates exchanged looks, one of them whispering something that made the group laugh. Boston tried to steer the conversation toward pulling her to the dance floor. She shook her head with a polite smile, said something about needing another drink, and slipped away smoothly, leaving Boston standing there looking a little deflated but still nodding like it went well.

Darius chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head as Boston made his way back over a few minutes later, already reaching for another beer from the counter. “She’s playing hard to get, man,” Boston said, taking a long swig. “I’ll try again later when she’s had a few more drinks. She was smiling though, right? That’s a good sign.”

“Yeah, sure,” Darius replied, patting his teammate on the back with a big hand. “You do that. Pace yourself though—you’re already three deep.”

Boston waved him off with a sloppy laugh, already stumbling toward some other guys on the couch. He collapsed into the middle of them, slurring jokes and getting louder by the minute, his voice carrying over the thumping music as he retold the same story about a game-winning play from weeks ago. Darius stayed put for a bit longer, leaning against the kitchen counter with his drink in hand, his massive 6’11” frame a steady anchor in the chaotic swirl of the party. People bumped into him constantly, laughing and apologizing when they realized how tall he was, but he barely noticed. His dark eyes kept drifting back across the room to Caitlin Clark.

She was glowing tonight, laughing with a group of her teammates near the living room, the victory high making her even more magnetic than usual. Every so often their eyes would meet through the crowd, and she’d flash him that small, knowing smile — the one that sent a familiar heat straight through his body, tightening low in his gut. It was the same smile she gave him after those late-night drives when she’d cum all over his cock in the backseat.

He waited a few more minutes, letting Boston get properly drunk and distracted on the couch, half-passed out and oblivious. Then Darius pushed off the counter and started making his way through the crowd. His tall frame parted people easily, heads turning as he moved. He crossed the room with calm purpose, towering over everyone until he was right beside Caitlin.

She looked up at him as he approached, that same confident, glowing smile spreading across her face. The party noise seemed to fade just a little around them. “Hey, Darius.”

“Hey, superstar,” he rumbled, his deep voice cutting through the noise like it was made for it. He looked down at her with a slow grin. “Hell of a game out there. You carrying the whole team again like usual?”

Caitlin laughed, stepping a little closer to him so they could hear each other better over the pounding music and shouts. Her body brushed against his arm, warm and electric. “You know it. Someone’s gotta do the work. You gonna congratulate me properly or what? Or are you just gonna stand there looking all tall and fine?”

Darius glanced over toward the couch where Boston was half-passed out and oblivious, laughing at something one of the guys said. “Yeah. Let’s find somewhere quieter. I got a real congratulations in mind.”

Caitlin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She slipped her hand into his much larger one without hesitation. “Lead the way, big man.”

He took her hand and led her through the crowded house, his tall frame clearing a path. They moved down a hallway, past a few drunk couples making out, and slipped into a bathroom on the second floor. The second the door clicked shut behind them, the loud party noise dulled to a muffled thump. The energy between them changed instantly.

Caitlin pressed up against him immediately, her hands sliding up his broad chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. She looked up at his towering frame, biting her lip. “You’ve been ignoring me all week, you know that? Boston’s been texting me nonstop, sending memes and trying to flirt, and you’ve been playing it all cool like nothing’s going on.”

Darius smirked, his big hands sliding down her back to grip her tight, athletic ass. He squeezed the firm cheeks roughly, pulling her hips flush against him. “Didn’t want to make it obvious in front of the team. But yeah, I’ve been thinking about this pussy every single day. Every practice, every night. You been wet thinking about me too?”

Caitlin bit her lip harder, pressing her body into him, her perky tits rubbing against his chest. “So fucking wet. I had to finger myself twice this week just remembering how deep you get. Boston has no idea. He thinks he’s gonna get lucky tonight, but all I want is this.”

“Then stop talking and show me,” Darius said, voice low and rough.

He lifted her easily onto the bathroom counter, her short skirt riding up her long, toned thighs as he stepped between her spread legs. They kissed hard, tongues sliding hot and eager, her hands tugging at his shirt while his big palms roamed her body. Darius pulled her top down roughly, freeing her perky, firm tits. They were perfect — round and bouncy, nipples already stiff and pink. He cupped them roughly, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, rolling and pinching them until she moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to suck one hard, tongue flicking fast over the nipple. Caitlin arched her back, fingers threading into his short hair, holding him there.

“Yes—suck them harder,” she gasped, her voice breathy and needy. “I’ve been so wet thinking about your big black cock all week. Boston keeps texting me dumb shit and I just laugh because he could never make me feel like this.”

Darius growled against her breast, sucking harder, then switched to the other one, mauling both tits with his big hands while his mouth worked. He left them shiny and red, nipples stiff and aching. Then he dropped to his knees in front of her on the bathroom floor, yanking her skirt up around her waist and pulling her panties to the side.

Caitlin moaned loud, spreading her long legs wider for him, one foot braced on the counter edge. “Oh shit—yes, eat my pussy, Darius. I need your mouth on me so bad.”

He buried his face between her thighs, his thick tongue licking slowly through her soaked folds. She was dripping wet, sweet and slick, the taste making him groan. He lapped at her eagerly, tongue dragging from her entrance up to her swollen clit, circling it firmly before sucking it between his lips.

Caitlin’s head fell back against the mirror with a thud, mouth open wide, face flushed with raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck—that feels so good. Your tongue is so thick and warm. Eat it just like that—yes!”

He pushed two thick fingers inside her tight cunt, curling them upward to hit that perfect spot while his tongue kept working her clit in fast, relentless circles. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring her pussy filled the small bathroom — loud slurping, sucking, and her desperate moans. Her juices coated his chin and fingers as he pumped them faster, sucking harder on her clit.

Caitlin’s hips ground against his face, thighs starting to tremble around his head. Her perky tits heaved with every ragged breath, nipples still shiny from his mouth. “Oh my god—you’re so much better at this than anyone. I’m already close. Don’t stop—suck my clit harder!”

He did, humming against her as his fingers curled and thrust deep. Caitlin came fast and hard, thighs clamping tight around his head, her whole body shaking as she squirted against his tongue. “Fuuuuck—cumming! I’m cumming on your tongue!”

Darius kept licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she was gasping and twitching. Only then did he stand up, towering over her again as he unzipped his pants.

His massive black cock sprang free, heavy and thick, easily a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The dark, veined shaft pulsed with his heartbeat, ridges and bulging veins running along its impressive length. The fat, swollen purple head was already leaking a steady stream of precum, shiny and intimidating. His heavy balls hung full and tight beneath it, packed and ready. The whole thing was monstrous — intimidating in its size and girth, the kind of cock that stretched a girl open and left her ruined for anyone else.

Caitlin’s eyes widened with pure hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “God, look at that big black dick,” she breathed, reaching out with both hands to stroke it. Her fingers barely met around the thick shaft. “It’s so fucking huge. So much thicker and longer than Boston could ever dream of. I can’t believe this thing fits inside me.”

She slid off the counter and dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor right in front of him. “I need it in my mouth. Right now.”

Darius groaned deep as her soft lips wrapped around the fat head. Caitlin sucked greedily, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, tasting the salty precum. She bobbed her head, taking more and more of the massive length with wet, slurping sounds. Her cheeks hollowed out with effort, throat bulging visibly when she pushed deeper. Spit dripped down her chin onto her perky tits, making them glisten.

“Fuck, Caitlin… your mouth feels so good,” he grunted, one big hand threading gently into her hair, guiding but not forcing. “Sucking that big black cock so well after I just ate your pussy.”

She moaned loudly around his thickness, the vibrations traveling straight down his shaft and making it throb harder in her mouth. Spit and precum dripped freely down her chin, landing on her heaving tits. She pushed deeper, gagging softly but determined, her eyes watering as she tried to take even more.

Caitlin pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She stroked him fast with both hands, twisting her wrists while catching her breath. “I love sucking this big black cock. It stretches my throat so nice and deep. Keep flexing it for me — make it even thicker while I suck.”

Darius did, tensing and swelling bigger right between her lips. Caitlin’s eyes widened but the hunger only grew. She dove back down, forcing more of the massive length down her throat until her nose pressed closer and closer to his base. She held there for long seconds, throat convulsing and milking him, before pulling back with a huge, wet pop. Thick strings of spit and precum stretched from her puffy lips to his cock.

“Bedroom?” she asked, voice wrecked, lips shiny and swollen, eyes still glassy with lust.

They barely made it to the nearest bedroom down the hall, the door slamming shut behind them as Darius locked it with one quick twist. The muffled thump of the party faded into the background. Caitlin pushed him hard toward the bed, her athletic strength surprising as she shoved the towering 6’11” man onto his back. She climbed on top immediately, straddling his hips, her short skirt hiked up around her waist and her soaked panties pushed to the side.

She reached down, grabbed his massive black cock with both hands, and lined it up. “Fuuuuck—it’s so deep already,” she moaned loudly as she sank down, the fat head stretching her open wide. Inch after thick, veined inch disappeared inside her tight pussy until her ass rested against his thighs. Her walls clenched and fluttered around the enormous girth, adjusting to the impossible stretch.

Darius’s cock was a monster even before he flexed — a foot long, as thick as her wrist, with heavy bulging veins running along the dark shaft and a fat, swollen purple head that kissed her cervix when she bottomed out. It pulsed hot and heavy inside her, the sheer size making her belly bulge slightly every time she moved.

Caitlin rode him hard from the start, her tight athletic body moving with the same fierce intensity she brought to the court. Her perky tits bounced wildly with every slam down onto his massive cock, nipples stiff and pink, jiggling hypnotically. The wet PLAP PLAP PLAP of her firm ass meeting his powerful thighs filled the bedroom, mixing with the filthy, loud squelching sounds of her soaked pussy taking every thick inch over and over.

"Fuuuuck, Darius," she gasped, hands braced on his broad chest for leverage. Her face was already flushed deep red, eyes half-lidded with overwhelming pleasure, mouth hanging open as she moaned shamelessly. "This big black cock is so much deeper than anyone else. It’s hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. Every time I slam down I feel it in my stomach."

Darius gripped her hips tight, his big hands digging into her firm, athletic ass as he thrust up powerfully to meet her bounces. "You feel so fucking good," he growled, watching her perky tits jiggle and bounce. He reached up and cupped both of them roughly, mauling the soft, bouncy flesh, pinching and rolling her stiff nipples hard between his fingers. "Ride that dick, Caitlin. Show me how bad you’ve been wanting it all week while Boston was texting you bullshit."

She leaned forward, her perky tits hanging right in his face as she bounced faster and harder. Darius latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over it while his other hand slapped her ass, making the firm cheek ripple and jiggle with the impact. Caitlin moaned louder, her pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick shaft.

"Yes—suck my tits while I ride you," she panted, grinding down deep and rolling her hips in filthy circles. "I’ve been thinking about this big black cock every single night. Boston keeps texting me dumb shit and I just laugh because he has no idea how good you stretch me. How full you make me feel. His dick couldn’t even get halfway."

Darius chuckled against her breast, the vibration sending sparks through her, then slapped her ass again harder. "He’s downstairs drunk as fuck right now thinking he’s gonna get with you. Meanwhile you’re in here creaming all over my dick like a good little slut."

Caitlin’s rhythm faltered as another powerful orgasm hit her hard. Her face scrunched up beautifully—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent cry before she let out a broken, loud moan. "Cumming—oh shit, I’m cumming so hard on this big black cock! It’s so much thicker—stretching me so good!"

Her pussy pulsed and squirted around him, warm juices running down his thick shaft and soaking his heavy balls. Darius didn’t slow down for a second, thrusting up harder through her orgasm, making her perky tits bounce wildly. He flipped them suddenly, putting her on her back and hooking her long, toned legs over his broad shoulders. He folded her in half and drove back in deep, pounding her with powerful, relentless strokes.

PLAP PLAP PLAP. The bed creaked loudly under them. Caitlin’s face was completely wrecked with pleasure, tongue slipping out as she moaned shamelessly. "Deeper—fuck me deeper! That fat cock is ruining my pussy! I can feel it rearranging my insides!"

Darius leaned down, mauling her perky tits again with both big hands while hammering into her. He sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, leaving them shiny and red. The wet squelching sounds were nonstop, his heavy balls slapping loudly against her ass with every deep thrust. The room smelled like pure sex—her sweet arousal mixed with his heavy masculine musk and the creamy scent of her juices and his precum.

She came again like that, legs shaking violently on his shoulders, pussy clamping down tight around his massive cock. "Fuuuuck yes—cumming again! Don’t stop, Darius! Keep pounding me!"

He powered through it, grunting with effort as he railed her folded body. Then he pulled out with a wet pop and flipped her onto all fours. He gripped her hips hard and slammed back inside her from behind, her tight athletic ass rippling beautifully with every hard thrust. PLAP PLAP PLAP. Darius reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back firmly. Caitlin arched her back hard, pushing her ass higher for him.

"Shit—yes, pull my hair," she gasped, voice breaking with every powerful thrust. "Fuck me like that. Use me. I love how you take control."

He slapped her ass hard, watching the red handprint bloom on her pale skin. "This ass is perfect," he grunted, pounding deeper and faster. "So tight and firm. You love taking this big black dick, don’t you? Say it."

"Yes—god yes!" Caitlin moaned, face pressed into the sheets but ass up high, pushing back to meet every thrust. "I love it so much. It’s so much bigger and thicker than anyone else. Stretch me—fill me up! I want every inch!"

Darius fucked her harder, one hand mauling her swinging perky tit from the side while the other kept her hair pulled. Her pussy squelched loudly around him, leaking juices and earlier cum down her thighs. She came again, body shaking hard, moaning into the mattress as her walls pulsed wildly.

He pulled out, cock shiny and throbbing, slick with her juices and his cum, and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled her onto his lap facing away from him. Caitlin sank down onto his massive cock reverse cowgirl style, her tight athletic ass resting firmly against his hips. The fat head stretched her open again as she took every thick inch, moaning loud and long as she bottomed out.

“Fuuuuck—it’s so deep already,” she panted, starting to bounce. Her perky tits jiggled wildly with every movement, nipples stiff and pink.

Darius reached around with both big hands, one mauling her bouncing tits roughly, squeezing and pinching the soft flesh, while the other rubbed firm circles over her swollen clit. “Ride it just like that,” he growled in her ear. “Bounce on that big black cock. Let me feel how bad you need it.”

Caitlin slammed down harder, her tight ass rippling against his thighs with every impact. PLAP PLAP PLAP. The wet, filthy squelching of her soaked pussy taking his massive length filled the room, mixing with the loud slapping of skin on skin. “Fuck—your cock feels even deeper like this,” she panted, slamming down faster, her voice breaking with every bounce. “I can feel it in my stomach. Keep rubbing my clit—I’m gonna cum again!”

She did, hard. Her pussy gushed around him as she shuddered violently, thighs quaking, head falling back against his shoulder. Her face was a picture of pure ecstasy — eyes rolled back, mouth open wide, tongue slipping out as she let out a broken, loud moan. “Cumming—oh shit, I’m cumming so hard on this big black cock again!”

Darius groaned and thrust up into her, pumping another thick load deep inside. Heavy ropes flooded her womb, adding to the mess until cum overflowed immediately, leaking down his shaft and soaking his balls as she kept riding through the orgasm, milking him greedily.

But he wasn’t finished. He lifted her off his cock with ease, her long legs shaky, and bent her over the bed again. This time he spread her firm ass cheeks wide, rubbing the fat, cum-slick head of his massive black cock against her tight asshole.

Caitlin looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes glassy with lust, face flushed and wrecked. “You want my ass too? Go on then. Put that big black cock in my ass. I want you everywhere tonight.”

He pushed forward slowly, the thick head pressing against her tight ring. It popped past the resistance with a wet sound, stretching her open. Caitlin moaned loud, her face twisting in a mix of pleasure and sharp pain, eyes squeezing shut for a second before fluttering open again. “Fuuuuck—it’s so big. Stretch my ass… give it to me. Slow at first—I want to feel every inch.”

Darius worked his way deeper, inch by thick, veined inch, until he was buried to the hilt in her tight ass. The heat and pressure were intense, her walls gripping him like a vice. He started thrusting, slow and deep at first, letting her adjust, then harder. The sounds were wet and filthy—his hips slapping against her firm ass, her loud, shameless moans filling the room. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit with two thick fingers while fucking her ass, making her whole body shake.

“Yes—fuck my ass!” she wailed, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “I’m cumming with your cock in my ass! It feels so fucking full—don’t stop rubbing my clit!”

She came hard again, her asshole pulsing and squeezing around his massive shaft, body convulsing as fresh juices squirted from her pussy onto the bed. Her face was contorted in ecstasy, mouth open, eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out as she moaned like she was losing her mind.

Darius pounded her ass through it, grunting with effort, then pulled out with a wet pop and pushed straight back into her dripping pussy. He alternated between her holes — slamming deep into her cunt, then pulling out and burying himself in her ass, back and forth. Caitlin was a moaning, trembling mess beneath him, taking him everywhere, her body marked with red handprints on her ass and thighs.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, slapping her ass hard again as he switched back to her pussy. “Tell me how much you love getting all your holes used by this big black cock while Boston’s downstairs drunk and clueless.”

Caitlin pushed back desperately, voice hoarse and filthy. “It feels so good—better than anything. My pussy and ass are both ruined for anyone else. You’re so much thicker, so much longer. Fuck my holes—use me however you want. I’m yours tonight.”

Darius kept alternating, pounding each hole with deep, powerful strokes. The wet sounds were nonstop — squelching pussy, tighter slapping in her ass, her constant broken moans. He reached around to rub her clit again, making her cum one more time, her whole body shaking violently as she screamed into the sheets.

He finally buried himself deep in her pussy one last time, flexing harder as he unloaded another massive load. Thick, heavy ropes flooded her womb until her belly had a clear, noticeable swell and cum was pouring out of both her stretched holes, dripping down her thighs in creamy rivulets.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Caitlin turned and kissed him deeply, still leaking his cum everywhere, her athletic body trembling against his.

“Best celebration ever,” she murmured, smiling against his lips. “Boston can keep texting. This is what I want.”

Darius chuckled, squeezing her firm ass. “Good. Because I’m not done with you tonight.”

Caitlin was still trembling from the last orgasm, thick ropes of Darius’s cum leaking steadily from her stretched pussy and ass onto the messy sheets beneath her. Her athletic body was flushed deep pink, covered in a sheen of sweat, marked with red handprints on her firm ass and thighs. She turned her head slowly, looking back at him with glassy, hungry eyes, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, voice hoarse and wrecked from all the moaning. “I want you in every hole tonight. Use me until I can’t walk straight tomorrow. Please, Darius — I need more of that big black cock.”

Darius grinned, his massive black cock still rock hard and glistening with their combined juices. The thick, veined shaft pulsed visibly, the fat purple head shiny and leaking fresh precum. “You’re greedy as hell tonight,” he rumbled, voice deep and satisfied. He pulled her up easily with his powerful arms, her long toned legs wrapping around his waist as he stood. He pinned her against the bedroom wall, her back pressed to the cool surface while he held her up like she weighed nothing. One big hand supported her ass as he lined up and slammed back into her dripping pussy in one powerful thrust.

Caitlin cried out sharply, her arms wrapping tight around his broad shoulders for support. “Fuuuuck—yes! Hold me up and fuck me deep like this! I love how strong you are.”

He pounded into her hard, hips snapping upward with raw power. PLAP PLAP PLAP. Her tight athletic ass rippled against his thighs with every brutal thrust, the sound echoing off the walls. Her perky tits bounced wildly between them, nipples stiff and pink, brushing against his chest. Darius buried his face in her neck, sucking hard on her skin while one big hand mauled one of her bouncing tits, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching the stiff nipple roughly.

“Your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he grunted, thrusting faster and deeper, bouncing her on his massive cock. “So wet and sloppy from all my cum. You love getting fucked by this big black dick don’t you?”

Caitlin moaned loud, her face contorted in pleasure, eyes rolling back as she took every inch. “Yes—god yes! Noone could ever fuck me like this. Stretch me—ruin me with that fat cock! I’m yours tonight!”

She came hard in his arms, pussy clamping down like a vice and squirting down his thick shaft, her long legs shaking violently around his waist. Darius didn’t slow for a second, bouncing her on his cock through the orgasm until she was a whimpering, trembling mess, nails digging into his shoulders.

He pulled out, cock shiny with her juices, and flipped her onto her back on the bed again. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, voice rough.

Caitlin did eagerly, tongue out, eyes locked on his massive black cock as he straddled her chest. He fed the thick, cum-slick head between her soft lips. She sucked greedily, taking him deep into her throat with wet gagging sounds. Spit and cum dripped down her chin onto her perky tits as he fucked her face, holding her head steady with one big hand in her hair.

“Such a good little slut for this dick,” he groaned, watching her throat bulge visibly around his girth. “Sucking me clean after I’ve been balls deep in your pussy and ass. Look at you — tongue out, eyes watering, but still taking every inch.”

Caitlin moaned loudly around his thick shaft, the vibrations traveling straight down his cock. Her eyes watered from the stretch but stayed hungry, locked on his as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. Spit poured down her chin nonstop, coating her tits and making them glisten. She used one hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, pumping and twisting while her tongue worked the underside.

Darius thrust deeper into her throat, fucking her face with controlled strokes. “That’s it — clean your juices and my cum off this big black cock. You love tasting yourself on me, don’t you?”

She pulled off just long enough to gasp, stroking him fast with both hands. “Yes — I love it. Tastes so fucking good. Your cum mixed with my pussy and ass. Give me more.” She dove back down, pushing until her nose pressed against his base, throat convulsing around him as she held there, gagging softly but refusing to pull away.

Darius groaned and pulled out, strings of spit and cum connecting her swollen lips to his cock. He flipped her over again and slammed back into her pussy, pounding her hard from behind for a few strokes before switching to her ass. He alternated between her holes — pussy, ass, mouth — fucking each one with deep, powerful thrusts while she moaned and came over and over, her body a trembling, leaking mess.

Finally he buried himself deep in her pussy one last time, flexing hard as he unloaded another massive load. Thick, heavy ropes flooded her womb until her belly had a clear swell and cum was pouring out of both her stretched holes, dripping down her thighs in creamy rivulets.

They collapsed together on the bed, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Caitlin turned and kissed him deeply, still leaking his cum everywhere, her athletic body pressed close.

“Best celebration ever,” she murmured, smiling against his lips, voice completely wrecked. “Boston can keep texting me all he wants. This big black cock is what I want. What I need.”

Darius chuckled, squeezing her firm ass possessively. “Good.”