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I was twenty and painfully inexperienced, the kind of shy guy who needed time to warm up before unleashing what was really inside. But once I got comfortable? Game over.

The moment I saw Jenna, everything changed. I’d gone to her friend’s house trying to hook up with someone else, but the second she walked in, my cock twitched and my brain short-circuited. She was a stunning Black and Italian mix—smooth caramel skin, perky tits bigger than my fists, a tiny waist, and a fat, juicy ass that begged to be grabbed. I couldn’t look away. After thirty minutes of pure eye-fucking, I looked her dead in the eyes and told her, “You’re gonna be my girlfriend.” She smirked, said “Okay,” and immediately climbed onto my lap like she’d been waiting for me to claim her.

Her friend didn’t even care. She encouraged it.

For two agonizing months I played the “nice guy” role, thinking she was girlfriend material. We kissed. We cuddled. I fingered her tight, plump pussy and felt how soaked and swollen she got, but she wouldn’t let me fuck her. I was jerking my cock raw to her every single day, desperate and frustrated. The less she gave me, the more I wanted to ruin her. Eventually the tension made us drift apart.

Then I found out one of my boys had fucked her after getting her drunk. I was furious, not because she was “mine,” but because he got what I’d been denied. I envied the hell out of him.

Months later I called her on a whim. The chemistry was still electric. She invited me to a party, and that night the alcohol finally tore down every wall. After hours of heavy flirting and drinking, we ended up back at my place.

The second the door closed, the beast came out.

I didn’t ask. I took. I ripped her sexy black outfit off and found her completely naked underneath—no bra, no panties, just smooth, dripping perfection. Her fat tits were even better than I imagined, nipples hard and begging. I shoved her onto the bed, spread her thighs wide, and buried my face in her bald, juicy pussy. I devoured her like a starving animal, sucking her swollen clit and tongue-fucking her until she came hard on my face, twice, shaking and screaming. I climbed up, cock throbbing, and slammed into her raw.

She gasped loud as I stretched her tight walls. “Fuck… no condom,” she moaned. I growled against her ear, “Too fucking bad,” and pounded her deeper. Her caramel pussy looked obscene wrapped around my thick white cock, creaming all over me as I destroyed her. She was soaking, gripping, moaning like a whore in heat. I fucked her like I’d waited two years, not two months—brutal, relentless strokes that made her perfect tits bounce wildly.

We flipped to doggy and I went feral. I slapped her fat ass red, yanked her hair like reins, and railed her as hard as I could. Her moans turned into broken screams. When I told her I was close, she begged me not to stop. So I didn’t. I buried every inch and unloaded rope after thick rope of cum straight into her womb while she came violently, her pussy milking me, trying to suck me dry.

She was still trembling from the orgasm when she whispered she loved me.

That night we didn’t stop. She rode me like a possessed slut, grinding her cum-filled pussy on my cock while tears streamed down her face, apologizing for how she’d treated me. I forgave her by filling her again. Then she made me eat my own cum out of her freshly-fucked hole while she smothered my face with her ass and came on my tongue.

I popped a Viagra and kept going.

Missionary. Prone bone. Her on top again. Slow and deep, then fast and vicious. I marked her neck with a massive hickey so everyone would know she belonged to me. She kept begging me to cum inside her, whispering filthy shit about how much she needed it. By the end of the night I’d pumped three thick loads deep into her dripping pussy.

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