A Private Encore After the Vegas Walkthrough

*Black Vegas Tour Guide Drowns in 57-Year-Old Squirt - MILF Hotel Hookup*

I adjust the camera angle, letting it capture the Vegas skyline behind us before I turn back to her.

"You've been teasing me for four hours, Damaris," I growl, unbuckling my belt slowly. "All that talk about the Bellagio fountains while you were sitting there in that café... legs crossed... no fucking panties... knowing I could smell your married pussy getting wetter with every joke I told."

She's squirming on the bed, her sundress bunched around her waist, her mature cunt glistening in the hotel light. Fifty-seven years old and she's dripping like a college slut.

"I thought this was just a tour," she whimpers, hands clutching the comforter.

"It was," I strip off my shirt, revealing dark skin against the white linens. "Until you followed me to the elevator. Until you 'accidentally' brushed your hand against my cock in the lobby."

I crawl onto the bed, spreading her thick milf thighs apart. Her pussy is meaty, experienced, the lips dark and swollen. I can see how marinated she is—four hours of foreplay has her cunt secreting thick, translucent arousal that smells like expensive perfume and desperation.

"Look at this fucking mess," I breathe, hovering inches from her mature slit. "You brought me up here to get fucked, didn't you? You want this black cock splitting that fifty-seven-year-old white gal pussy open?"

"Yes," she moans, arching her back. Her tits are heavy, braless under the sundress. "Please, I need it. My husband hasn't touched me in months."

"Not yet," I push her knees wider, forcing her completely open. "I tasted that overpriced coffee with you for four hours. Now I'm tasting this well-marinated cunt first."

I bury my face in her mature pussy with no warning. My tongue plunges deep into her hot channel, slurping up those hours of built-up secretions. She tastes like fine aged vinegar and arousal—sour and sweet and absolutely filthy.

"Oh my god," she screams, clutching my head. "Oh fuck, your tongue!"

I eat her like I'm starving. My dark hands grip her pale, dimpled thighs, holding her down as I suck her clit between my lips. It's fat and throbbing, peeking out from its hood like a tiny cock. I flick it mercilessly while I push two thick fingers into her sopping hole.

"You're gonna squirt on my face first," I mumble against her wetness, looking up at her with my chin glazed in her juices. "I don't give a fuck how much you beg for this dick. I need your fucking squirt drowning me before I fill this mature cunt."

I curl my fingers upward, finding that rough, spongy patch inside her. She's so wet my fingers make obscene squelching sounds that echo in the hotel room. Her fifty-seven-year-old pussy is gripping me, convulsing, preparing to unload.

"Right there! Right there!" she wails, head thrashing against the pillows. "Don't stop! I'm gonna—"

I seal my mouth over her urethra and rub her g-spot violently. Her legs start shaking uncontrollably. Her mature body tenses, stomach muscles rippling under sundress.

"Do it," I command, voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh. "Soak my fucking face, Damaris. Spray me with your Chardonnay."

She explodes. A hot, forceful stream of clear squirt jets directly into my open mouth and across my cheeks. It tastes like vinaigrette and pleasure—musky and hot. I keep lapping, swallowing what I can as she continues to gush, soaking the bed, my chin, my neck. Her fifty-seven-year-old body convulses through the orgasm, squirting three more times in rapid succession until I'm drenched in her mature essence.

I rise up, face dripping with her squirt, cock rock hard and straining against my zipper.

"Now you get this black dick," I rip open my pants, pulling out thick, dark cock. "Turn the fuck over. I want to see that mature ass bouncing while I pound this marinated pussy."

She scrambles to her knees, presenting her pale, cellulite-dimpled ass to me. Her cunt is red and swollen from the eating, still leaking squirt and cream. I grab her gray-streaked hair in one fist and slam my cock balls-deep into her soaked hole with one thrust.

"Fuck!" she screams into the mattress. "So big! Jesus Christ!"

"That's it," I grunt, pounding her hard enough to shake the hotel bed frame. "Take this tour guide dick. You wanted this when you booked the private tour, didn't you? You wanted a black man to ruin this fifty-seven-year-old married pussy in Vegas where nobody knows your name."

I fuck her through two more orgasms, watching her squirt around my cock, feeling her mature muscles clench and flutter. The room smells like sex and coffee and her dirty cunt.

"I'm close," I growl, pulling out and flipping her onto her back. "Open that mouth. I want you tasting your own squirt on my dick."

I straddle her chest and shove my cock down her throat. She gags, tears streaming down her mature face, but she swallows me whole. I can see her wedding ring glinting as she grips my thighs.

"Fuck, take it," I roar, unloading thick ropes of cum down her throat and across her face. It mixes with the dried squirt on her chin—white seed on white skin, marking her as mine. "Swallow every drop, you panty less fucking slut."

She swallows, coughing, her fifty-seven-year-old face glazed in my cum and her own juices. I collapse beside her, both of us panting on the fifth floor of Resorts World.

"Best tour ever?" I ask, smirking.

She can only nod, still catching her breath, her mature pussy still twitching and leaking onto the hotel sheets.

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~Ray Flourish~ 971-301-4722