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Seeing him pained hurt her. She wanted to be there for him. But wasn’t sure if she knew how to be. She wasn’t the emotional kind of woman. She couldn’t be being in the adult film industry for as long as she had. She had to pretend to be detached. And over the years, she’d become an empty vessel filled with hard cock.
Nairobia leaned over in her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hadn’t expected anything more than him hugging her back, but, to her surprise, he burrowed his face in her neck and wept. She hugged him tightly.
At that moment, something came over her. She wanted to ease his pain.
So she did what any respectable, caring woman in her position would do. She slowly slid to the car floor—inching between his hard thighs, her hands gliding up over hard muscle—and nuzzled her way upward until her jaw rubbed up and down over his crotch, until she felt him grow beneath her.
She glanced up and looked at him through dark lashes. His eyes became wet volcanoes as he looked down at her; his gaze suddenly flaring hot as she lowered his zipper, then pulled open his belt. He didn’t try to stop her. Maybe he should. But he didn’t want to.
And Nairobia didn’t want him to, either.
She wanted to do this—pleasure him—for him.
Just this one time, give without getting.
She reached into his silk boxer briefs and dragged his cock out over his pants—smooth, warm chocolate flesh, beautifully thick and ready.
A droplet of pre-cum shimmered on the very tip, and Nairobia’s mouth watered as she licked over the slit as one would their favorite ice cream cone. Blades of carnal hit sliced through Marcel’s body as Nairobia moaned over his cock, her wet mouth loving over its crown.
His head lolled back.
She eyed him through her lashes, then tightened her soft lips over the swollen head, and flicked over and around it. Marcel hissed. “Aah, shit. Sucer la bite, bébé.” Suck that dick, baby.
One hand gripped her hair, urging her, prodding her, to open wider for him. Slowly, he moved his hips, forcing his hot, heavy, enormously thick cock further into her mouth. Nairobia flattened her tongue and extended her sweet offering to him as he filled her mouth with more of him.
She would not let him stretch her neck, no. Not today. She would allow the head to hit the back of her throat and push past her tonsils—into her upper throat, but that was all she would allow him to have. She would take nine inches of him and use her skilled hands to slowly stroke the remaining four inches of him.
She’d suck him until his cock lodged in her throat and robbed her of her breath, then she’d pull out over the length of him, leaving behind trails of spit while stroking her hands up over where her mouth had been, so that her lips could suckle his head again, before spreading over and sucking his large, chocolate, cream-filled balls into her mouth.
Nairobia closed her eyes and sucked Marcel as she focused on delivering him the most exquisite pleasure with her mouth. He shuddered and fisted her hair, and she let out a long, erotic moan over the length of him, sending him further toward the edge of release. Nairobia glided her two thumbs up and down the underside of his wet dick as she drew her mouth away, licking over his head again, before she sucked his head into her mouth again. Marcel’s ragged breathing and the slow grind of his hips told her that she was taking him there, bringing him toward an orgasm as she worked his head between her tongue and the slick roof of her hot mouth. She suckled him there for what seemed like an eternity.
Marcel emitted a low growl of satisfaction, then muttered words in French, and Nairobia grew wet in response, dampening the red silk thong she’d worn. The harder she sucked him, the harder he became. The pleasure slowly building became overwhelming.
Marcel had needed this.
Like he needed air.
And Nairobia was giving it to him. Without
being asked. Without being prompted. She’d felt his pain, and had wanted to bring him pleasure, to comfort him—lovingly, with her mouth, lips, and tongue. He groaned in deep appreciation as his cock stretched her mouth wider.
“Nairobia, baby…mmm…yeah…like that…give it to me wet…”
The sound of her name in between his manly moans made her pussy burn hotter. The longer she sucked him, the wetter her mouth, the wetter her pussy, became. Her outer cunt lips slickened, causing the air around them to thicken sweetly with her musk.
Breathing in, Marcel groaned. “Oh fuck.” Her scent was driving him mad.
Nairobia licked over the crease of Marcel’s balls, then dipped her tongue along the center of his ass, then slid it back up the underside of his cock, while her hand cupped over the head of his dick, and milked it, her thumb flicking over his slit.
“Aah, motherfuck, baby…ta bouche…aah…yeah, bébé…est…donc…aaah…humide et juteuse…”
Nairobia smiled over Marcel’s cock. Yes, her mouth was wet and juicy. And so was her cunt. So, so very wet.
“Nairobia, baby…aah, shit,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Aaah, baby, I’m getting ready to nut for you. Aaah, yeah…uhh…you want this big load, baby…”
Fist pounding either side of the bench, thick, muscular neck stretched back, Marcel groaned low, then growled as his orgasm spread through him like a wildfire.
Nairobia moaned as she sucked, cupping his balls and slowly massaging them, kneading them, tugging them. She wanted to give Marcel release. Wanted the taste of him. She bobbed her head faster, stroked his shaft harder, and squeezed him rhythmically until he exploded inside her mouth, fierce and wild—his heated seeds hitting the back of her throat.
