She walked into the hotel bar like she owned the place, her dark skin glowing under the low lights, tight red dress hugging every curve of her full ass and heavy tits. Priya was thirty-two, married, and bored out of her mind until she spotted him at the end of the bar. Tall, white, broad shoulders, and the way his jeans bulged left no doubt he was packing serious meat.
They didn't waste time with small talk. Twenty minutes later she was in his room, on her knees, yanking his zipper down. His cock sprang out, thick as her wrist, veined, and already leaking. "Fuck," she muttered, wrapping both hands around it.
"This is what I came for." She licked the head, tasting salt, then forced her mouth over it, gagging as it stretched her jaw wide. He grabbed her hair and fed her more, pushing until her nose pressed against his stomach and spit ran down her chin.
Priya's pussy was dripping by the time he hauled her up and bent her over the bed. He ripped the dress off, slapped her round ass hard, then lined that massive cock up with her slick hole. One brutal thrust and he buried half of it inside her. She screamed into the mattress, body shaking as her cunt stretched around him. He didn't ease up. He slammed the rest in, balls-deep, stretching her so wide she felt split open. "Take that big cock, you dirty Indian slut," he growled, pounding her hard and fast. Each thrust knocked the air out of her lungs. Her tits swung beneath her, nipples scraping the sheets.
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The angle let him bottom out with every stroke, the fat head battering her cervix. Priya clawed at his arms, moaning filthy encouragement. "Harder, fuck me harder with that huge dick. Wreck my married cunt." He obliged, sweat dripping onto her belly while he hammered her. Her orgasm hit like a truck; her pussy clamped down, squirting around his shaft, soaking the sheets. He kept fucking her through it, not slowing until she was limp and whimpering.
When he pulled out she immediately rolled onto all fours again, reaching back to spread her ass. "Don't stop. Fuck my ass too." He spat on her tight hole, pressed the slick head against it, and pushed. It took effort, but inch by inch that thick cock disappeared into her ass. Priya's face twisted in painful pleasure, drooling on the pillow as he started thrusting. He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit while he reamed her. Another orgasm ripped through her, her ass pulsing around him.
He finally pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth obediently as he stroked that monster cock over her face. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her tongue, her lips, and her tits. She swallowed what she could, then licked the rest off his shaft while he watched.
They went again in the shower, her back against the tiles, legs wrapped around him while he fucked her standing up. Then once more on the floor, her riding him reverse cowgirl, slamming her ass down on every inch until he flooded her pussy. By morning she could barely walk, her holes sore and leaking, but she left with a grin and his number saved. She knew she'd be back for more of that big cock whenever her husband was out of town.
