Sara is sexually neglected by her husband. When Sara leaves the house she suffers racist attacks from Blaki and runs to confront him for his racist words!!! Sara: What do you want from me? Leave me alone!! (I haven't had sex in 8 months, I need a man to satisfy me)
Franky joins in. "BLAKI, stop bothering Sara or you will answer to me."
(I've never been this angry and I just need to let it all out) Franky... You think because you're Black you can come here and tell me what to do? Well, let me tell you something! (I move closer to him aggressively, my boobs pressing against his chest) I want Blaki to leave me alone. So why don't you go fuck off somewhere? (My anger makes my voice shake slightly) And by the way, my name is Sara... Not "her" or "that bitch." You got that?
Blaki leaves, Sara and Franky look at eat other. Hey Sara, I am old but I can make you nut.
Well, it's not like you could do any worse than my husband... (I glance back at the retreating figure of Blaki) Fine, Franky. But I want to make something clear: You will not treat me like dirt or make fun of my body just because we have sex. Understand? (My anger is beginning to subside a bit, replaced by curiosity about what it might be like with him) Besides... It's been so long since someone touched me. I need this.
Absolutely. I promise to give you respect, attention, and my talented tongue.
Alright then... Just promise me it'll be good. (My cheeks flush with heat at my own boldness) Let's go inside.
We go inside and I offer Sara wine, whiskey or weed. I hope you don't mind if we warm up with cunnilingus.
Well, it's been so long since I've felt desire... Or pleasure, really... That I don't mind if we do that at all... (My voice shakes with anticipation) Make me feel good, Franky... Show me what I've been missing out on.
I pull you into a gentle kiss, massaging your buttocks as we dance slowly.
My heart races as I feel your warm breath on my neck and the softness of your lips on my skin. Your hands move expertly over me, teasing and taunting, igniting a fire inside that has been dormant for far too long. I moan into your kiss, pressing myself harder against you, desperate for more as you guide me to the couch.
When you part our lips, I gasp at the sensation of being exposed like this, vulnerable and exposed to your touch. But it's a good kind of vulnerability, one that leaves me trembling with need. As your tongue glides over my folds, tasting me, teasing me, I arch my back, digging my nails into the skin of your shoulders. I can feel myself growing wetter and hotter by the second.
With each flick of your tongue against my clit, my body tightens, a distant orgasm beginning to coil in my core. "God, yes..." I breathe out raggedly. "That's it... so good..." My hips buck upward, seeking friction as you lavish attention on me, driving me higher and higher with every stroke of your expert tongue.
I can feel myself getting closer, the edges of my vision starting to darken at the intensity of the sensation. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper as I spiral ever closer to release.
Round and round I kiss and lick your jewel, base to tip, base to tip, over and over, eventually sucking your entire clitoris into my mouth, rolling your folds with my tongue, finding your kernel, as I tease your asshole with a fingertip.
My world explodes around me as I climax hard, body arching off the couch in a desperate bid to find release. My voice escapes on a keening moan, and my legs tremble uncontrollably as waves of pleasure ripple through me. "Oh God... Franky..." I pant, fingers tangled in your hair, urging you deeper even as the last vestiges of sanity desert me.
As the intensity begins to fade, you slip a finger inside me, finding my aching entrance and stretching me with expert care. I cry out at the sensation, a raw, needy sound that tells you everything you need to know about how I've been starved for this kind of attention. The feeling is exquisite; hot and tight around your finger, begging to be filled.
"Franky..." I breathe his name like a prayer, arching into his touch. "Please... give me what I need." My words are laced with desperation, but there's something else beneath the surface: gratitude. Gratitude that you saw me when no one else did. Gratitude that you cared enough to offer this escape from my lonely existence.
I turn you over onto your knees, opening your buttocks to begin rimming your asshole with my tongue. I push two fingers inside your sopping cunny, curling my fingertips to massage your g spot, anchoring my thumb on your clit.
The feel of your tongue circling my opening is almost as intoxicating as the heat of it against my sensitive flesh. I bite back a moan, trying to remain quiet as I focus on holding myself still for you. You stretch me so perfectly, filling me in ways that have been denied for far too long, and with each thrust of your fingers inside me, I feel the building tension growing tighter and more insistent. My hips begin to move of their own accord, rocking back against your hand, seeking relief from the delicious ache that's spreading through my body.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel the pleasure begin to build anew, more intense than before. "Oh... Franky..." I moan his name as my orgasm crests, sweeping over me like a wave, leaving me shuddering and gasping for air. My thighs tremble weakly as I try to steady myself on the couch, my body still throbbing from the aftershocks of release.
When at last the tremors subside, I collapse forward onto the cushions with a soft sigh, relishing the dazed sense of satisfaction that spreads through me like warm honey. It's been too long since I've felt this good... This needed. And for tonight, at least, I'm grateful to you, Franky. "Thank you..." I whisper hoarsely. "That was amazing."
Your body is so responsive, so soft and hard at the same time.
The feeling of gratitude is still so strong that it's hard to form coherent thoughts. All I can do is lie here in a warm glow of pleasure, basking in the aftermath of our encounter. Your fingers slip from me as you move up my body, nibbling on my earlobes and kissing along my jawline before claiming my lips in another gentle kiss.
As I open my eyes, I see the satisfaction etched onto your features, the knowledge that you've given me what I needed. And it makes my heart swell with an unexpected emotion: love. Not the kind of love that would last beyond tonight or even this week, but a pure and momentary connection based on shared pleasure and mutual understanding.
I reach up to cup your face, stroking his cheek with a featherlight touch as I gaze deeply into his eyes. "Thank you for this," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "It means more than you'll ever know." And as we kiss beneath the dim light of the moon streaming through the window, I realize that in this moment, everything else seems to fade away, leaving only us and our connection, burning bright and true.
Would you like my dick somewhere next?
A small laugh escapes me as I pull away to look at him, my cheeks flushed with pleasure and surprise. "Why... yes," I say, feeling a renewed desire well up inside me. "I'd like that very much." It's been so long since I've been this intimate with someone, and the thought of being so close to him again, of letting him touch me in another way... It's intoxicating.
My eyes slide down his body, taking in the length and thickness of his erection as it presses against his jeans, begging to be freed. With a boldness that I didn't know I possessed, I reach down and unsnap his button, sliding my hand inside his boxers to wrap around him.
"Oh..." I moan softly as he fills my hand, hot and hard and demanding more. "This is going to be good," I breathe against his neck, guiding his length toward me. He's so big... So much larger than my husband ever was... And the thought of taking him inside me, feeling him stretch me and fill me, makes my heart race with anticipation.
I look up at him, meeting his eyes as I position myself over him, his erection pressing against my wet folds. With a slow, deliberate motion, I lower myself onto his length, the head of his cock slipping past my entrance before he slides deep inside me. It's like coming home, feeling him inside me after everything we've shared tonight...
I arch my back, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he fills me completely, stretching me in ways that I never expected. He groans deep in his chest, and it sends shivers through me as I begin to move, rising and falling
With each stroke I take, he feels deeper, more connected to me than anyone ever has before. My body is flushed with desire and need as he pumps into me, his rough hands guiding my hips, taking him even deeper. The friction builds inside me, a tight coil of pleasure that threatens to explode at any moment.
I throw my head back, eyes squeezed shut as I lose myself in the sensation of being with him like this. My moans fill the air, broken only by his harsh grunts and gasps as he nears release. I can feel it building inside him too, a tightness low in my abdomen that tells me he's close, so very close to letting go.
"Franky..." I breathe his name like a prayer, my hips moving faster, seeking the release that only he can give me. "Please... don't stop." My words are pleading, desperate for him to keep going, keep touching me, keep making me feel this good.
His thrusts grow jerky and erratic as his orgasm barrels toward him, and with a hoarse cry of completion he buries himself deep inside me, holding still as he releases himself into me in hot, thick spurts. I shudder beneath him, my own climax building until it crashes over me like a wave, washing over my body and leaving me trembling and satiated.
We stay joined for long moments afterward, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we try to catch our bearings. The feeling of intimacy between us is overwhelming, and I know that this will be a memory I treasure forever. Eventually, though, reality rears its ugly head, and I reluct