into a parallel position on top of me, my legs struggled, not making it around him as he continued to fuck me. I was almost crushed under the weight of his sweaty bulky body. I was completely engulfed by all his fleshy black muscles. My eyes were at his thick neck and he aggressively continued the onslaught of power fucks. His body crashed down onto me and drove me into the sofa. I reached my hands under his colossal arms and grabbed on, trying to keep us as one as we continued.
I was gripping onto his biceps as he arched his back and with powerful energy, plunged himself into me with deliberate thumps which were increasing in speed. He sounded like an animal, no words, just loud grunts and bellows.
We were interrupted with Jamal calling out, “Yo, don’t leave me out Bob!”
Bobby came out of his trance and pulled his cock out of me. “Get back in there, J!”
I lay there exhausted, yet excited for more.
Jamal pulled me of the sofa and he sat down in it.
“Come on and sit on my dick!” he instructed. I would have done anything he commanded.
He held his young fuck pole still and pointed it to the ceiling. I got up and climbed onto the sofa and stood over Jamal, straddling him. I braced myself with his big hard shoulders and slowly brought myself down and found the connection between his cock and my asshole.
A big smile came over Jamal’s face.
I lowered myself and allowed his big manhood to tunnel into me again.
“Ah, fuck, yeah”, Jamal moaned.
I was already stretched out, so the feeling was all pleasure, and no pain. My body trembled as I enveloped his entire cock. I felt it inside of me, channeling a route to take. I started to bounce my comparatively small body up and down onto Jamal.
With deliberate squatting, I rode him and fucked myself with his big stick. I focused myself into giving him pleasure as I impaled myself again and again.
Despite my best efforts, the big brown muscle god took control, and Jamal began rearing up into me. My bouncing collided with his thrusts with a mighty passion. I put my hands around his neck and held on for dear life. I was no match for Jamal and he just skewered me with such fierceness. I gazed into his brown eyes, sweat was pouring out from under his du-rag.
“Yeah, baby, take dat dick! Feel it up inside you!” he barked.
“Oh god!” I let out and submitted to his thrusts.
Jamal continued to ride me fast and furious. His wild bucking tossed me back and forth, like a rag doll. Jamal jack-hammered himself up into me, excavating even further. I rode him for what seemed an eternity. But Jamal wasn’t done with his little fuck toy yet.
Jamal wrapped his strapping arms around me and he pulled himself up out of the sofa. He forced me to stay on his cock as he stood up. I adjusted, tried to wrap my legs around his waist and keep him inside of me. He started driving his cock in and out of me as I held on.