Hero Tales Comics - Stella's Premium FapChat 05 (Patreon)

*WHAP! BLAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

Stella: Aaah! Conyo, Papi! Aa~ye,

Dris: *Nff!* That's it, love. *Nng!* That's the way. Arch that arse like that. *Nng!* Let me in it.

Stella: OooOOH, you in it, baby. Ah, MIERDA! The real question is am I ever lettin' you get out. AAAgh, FUCK!

...

Moments prior, the jacked British bull bent the stacked and packed mulatto babe over her mattress. When Dris tilted the camera to the sight of her round and brown triumph of ass, propped up, soaking wet and puckered with anticipation for his long thick black pipe (her mouth still watering from its divine taste lingering on her tongue) the crowd in the live-chat went wild: 

"Holy shit! That's an onion booty right there. Makin' a brotha tear up!"

"Some girls get to have all the fun. I'm jelly af."

"Holy shit, I came twice already!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

"You're gonna need a bigger pussy, Stell."

"OMG, this shit's gonna kill me! I dunno if my heart can take the suspense."

 Planting a powerful dark hand on Stella's finely sculpted lower back, his other hand keeping the camera steady, he aligned his dark chocolate rod with succulent slit. With a push and shifting of his weight, his huge black cock glided into her with a slow, methodical intent. 

Stella: Ooooo~oOOO FUCK, Papi! Don't tease me with it. 

Cooed Caliente, her gorgeous face looking back to the camera with an expression of mixed desperation, joy, lust and a smattering of anger at Dris' show of entry.

Dris toyed with her for but a few moments. Seconds stretched out to what felt like an age with each dark chocolate inch fed to her tight mocha hole. He sped up, going deeper and deeper with shallow strokes and gradually picking up speed. The sound of their bodies slapping together quickly developed a wet quality as her tight womanhood grew wetter and creamier with each belly deep strike. Her screams rose in a sultry ululation of mixed Spanish and English curses. 

Dris' manly grunts and groans could be heard from behind the camera. And all the while the crowd rapidly cheered them on with a constant stream of texts:

"Get a few strokes in for me, m8te!"

"Gaawd! Dris ain't playin'! "

"Stella, save some of that for me~ee!" 

"Work that shit, Stell!"

"Dude, how is he NOT nutting already?!"

"FINISH HER!"

"Stella Caliente FTW!"

"Get her Dris!" 

By her third orgasm, Stella's moans drifted into guttural howls, matching Dris' own. It would be a night felt by the smoking hot pair long after its end.

To be continued. 

~O&R