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Amanda’s BBC Adventure (Lewd.Katie44 x Frost1111)

Jackson loved how she felt. He loved that her pussy milked him for every last drop that his balls could give. He loved how sensitive she was and how much she begged for him to fill her. It showed a willingness and a shift in her personality. It showed that she wanted this as much as he did and that meant he might be able to Implement more when he trained her as a proper snow bunny. Jackson leans so that his lips were dangerously close to her ear as she was panting and trying her best to recover from the intense fucking that he gave her. He's full weight on her and pinning her to the table. His balls resting against her clit that were clenching and twitching as the last of his orgasm subsided.

"Now I have marked you. We both know you're no longer the woman that entered this house. Your mine. No longer are you your husband's. You may wear his ring but you're not his woman anymore." He said growling as he turned her head into another deep kiss. Her own phone went off with a text saying that her husband likely would be late because he was catching up on some work. That he didn't want her to wait up for him. That was fine with Jackson because it meant he could spend more time with amanda. That today was the beginning of a delicious Awakening of a relationship between the two of them and he was going to enjoy taking her behind her husband's back as often as he could.

'"Seems your husband is going to be late tonight. Consider it ever preve. After all I'm going to be working a much harder so that I can make more time for me to enjoy you. Allow me to show you some of the benefits. Tonight I want to take you out to dinner. Think of it as me showing you off to the world that you're my snow bunny now." He said wondering if they thought of being on Jackson's arm in public would turn her on and entice her to be even more naughty for him or if she would suddenly worry about consequences of being caught.

After all there were people in the city who were friends with her and her husband. Of course the likelihood that they would run into those people was low. Especially if Jackson took her to a place that none of them could afford. But the choice ultimately was with her as he wasn't going to force her come along. She still had some choice in the matter.
 
Amanda's mind was a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, her body still throbbing from the intense encounter with Jackson. Her pussy, swollen and gaping, oozed his cum, a constant reminder of their raw, primal connection. Bent over his marble counter, her naked body pressed against the cool stone, she could feel the imprint of his hand on the small of her back, a firm, possessive touch that sent shivers down her spine.

Her inner monologue was a chaotic mix of desire and apprehension. "Oh god, what have I done?" she thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I can still feel him inside me, filling me completely." The sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and a sense of being utterly claimed. "He's marked me, made me his. I'm no longer the woman I was when I walked into this house."

The idea of going to dinner with him, of being on his arm in public, both thrilled and terrified her. "What will people think? What if we run into someone we know?" Her mind raced with scenarios, each one more tantalizing and frightening than the last. The thought of being his "snow bunny," a term that was both alluring and degrading, made her heart race. "Is this what I want? To be his, completely and utterly?"

Amanda's body still hummed with the afterglow of their encounter, her skin flushed and sensitive. She could feel Jackson's weight on her, his balls resting against her clit, a constant, tantalizing pressure. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a mix of pleasure and pain that left her dizzy and aching for more.

As he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and growling, she felt a surge of primal desire. "You're mine now, Amanda. No longer your husband's." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and exhilaration. "What about people?" she wondered, her mind already spinning with the possibilities. "What about the consequences?" But in that moment, as he turned her head for another deep, demanding kiss, all she could think about was the promise of more, of being his completely.
 
Jackson love that she was such a willing participant. The way she kissed him back. She was very quiet and there was no rush to deny what he was asking of her. So when he broke the kiss he smiled. His eyes looking straight into hers as if he was staring into her soul.

"I'll take that as a yes. I think I've got to dress in mind for you. If you're a good girl I'll reward you with something to wear. Jewelry piece if you will." He said hoping to convince her that accepting his offer had its mass. But he didn't know was that it had been such a long time since anyone bought jewelry for her. Her husband and her barely went out these days let alone him being spontaneous and getting her something nice to wear for him. Jackson grind before shaking his head and slowly slipping out of her pussy so that she could feel every inch exiting out leaving her empty. The Emptiness was something he wanted her to focus on so that she fixate and crave to have that emptiness filled once again.

It was deliberate that he was going slow and finally when he popped out there was an audible wet sound doing just how much he dumped into her and how much of her juices coated his cock. "Now be a good girl and clean me with that mouth of yours. We will shower after that and then I can show you what you'll be wearing for me tonight." He said with a grin loving how he was taking control of her choices and seeing how she would react to those actions and words.
 
Amanda's mind raced as she leaned against the cool marble counter, her bare skin contrasting with the sleek surface. The internal conflict gnawed at her, a battle between loyalty and desire. She was married, but the allure of Jackson's big black cock was too tempting to resist. Her husband's touch had grown stale, and Jackson's promise of excitement and luxury had her yearning for more.

As Jackson slowly pulled out, Amanda's body ached with a mix of satisfaction and longing. Her pussy felt stretched and empty, twitching with each inch that left her. The sight of his flaccid yet massive cock, glistening with her juices, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like again, what it would mean to be spoiled by someone who saw her as more than just a wife.

Sliding off the counter, Amanda's bare knees touched the cold floor. She knelt before Jackson, her hands trembling as they wrapped around his cock. Her tongue, wet and eager, traced the length of his shaft, coating him with her saliva. The taste of her own desire mixed with his, creating a heady cocktail of forbidden pleasure.

Jackson's eyes, intense and piercing, held hers captive. His promise of a dress and jewelry dangled before her like a carrot, a symbol of the excitement and attention she craved. Her husband rarely bought her gifts, let alone something as thoughtful and spontaneous as jewelry. The thought of being adorned by Jackson, of being his prized possession, sent a thrill through her.

As she continued to pleasure him, Amanda's thoughts swirled with a mix of guilt and exhilaration. She knew she was playing with fire, but the heat was intoxicating. Jackson's control over her choices, his dominance, was a turn-on she couldn't deny. She was a willing participant, ready to see where this dangerous path would lead.
 
Jackson could feel how eager she was as she began to clean him with her mouth. The way she looked up at him and the desire in her eyes made it clear that she was loving this as much as he was. "Does that cock taste good amend? The tastiest big cock you've ever had?" He asked as his hand moved to grip her hair while she pleasured him. His cock twitching each time he felt her tongue trace over his skin and he let out another groan as you could feel the blood rushing back to it.

She was definitely making it easy for him to stay hard and go again if he's so chose. But he wasn't ready for round two. Instead he wanted to give her a taste of what being with a real man could taste like. To find out that men could go many rounds if given the opportunity. Something that her husband had not been able to do in quite some time. His eyes looking into hers as if she was already his and in some ways he knew that was the reality now.

But he really could likely fuck her whenever he wanted she would gladly do so because of the fantasy and Adrenaline Rush she was getting from being with a black man. The thrill of being so thoroughly conquered that she would be unable to go back to the life she had. Why would she want to? He thought to himself before gripping his cock and tapping it against her lips. "Hmmmm your really good at this." He said praising her for her natural oral skills that she clearly possessed in his eyes.
 
Amanda knelt on the cool kitchen floor, her naked body pressed against Josh's legs as she gazed up at him with a mix of awe and desire. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the intensity of her need. The taste of their combined juices on his cock was a heady blend of salt and sweet, a reminder of the passion they had just shared. She licked and sucked, her tongue tracing every inch of his thick, black shaft, savoring the sensation of him swelling in her mouth.

Her thoughts raced as she pleasured him, a whirlwind of desire and uncertainty. She wanted to take him deeper, to feel him hit the back of her throat, but the words eluded her. How could she ask for what she craved when he had mentioned taking a shower soon? The thought of him leaving her like this, unsatisfied and aching, was almost unbearable.

Josh's hand gripped her hair, guiding her movements, and she moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his length. His cock twitched under her ministrations, and she felt a surge of pride and power. She was doing this to him, making him hard and ready, and it fueled her own desire.

"Does that cock taste good amend? The tastiest big cock you've ever had?" His voice was low and teasing, and Amanda nodded, her mouth too full to speak. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, hoping he could read the unspoken words in her gaze. She wanted more, needed more, and she prayed he could sense her desperation.

As he tapped his cock against her lips, Amanda felt a rush of anticipation. His praise, "Hmmmm your really good at this," sent a thrill through her, and she redoubled her efforts, determined to show him just how good she could be. She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, and she swallowed, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

Her mind raced with fantasies of what could come next. Would he take her again, fuck her until she screamed his name? Or would he leave her here, kneeling and wanting, a tease of what could be? The thought of being conquered by him, of being unable to return to her old life, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She knew she was already his, body and soul, and the realization sent a wave of pleasure through her.

Amanda continued to service him, her mouth and hands working in tandem, her body aching with need. She hoped he could sense her desire, her willingness to do anything he asked. And as he groaned and his cock pulsed in her mouth, she knew she had given him pleasure, and that was enough—for now.
 
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