Ling glanced at her phone while her daughter giggled at the dinner table. “爸爸妈妈 这个好好笑哦,” the little girl said, waving a toy. Her husband chuckled, “是啊,” but Ling’s mind was elsewhere. The text from the neighbor glowed: “I booked the motel. Can you come today? Miss you.” Attached was a photo of his hard black cock. She typed back quickly, “Ok, see you soon,” then stood. “What’s wrong, wife?” her husband asked. “Hubby, I need to step out. The neighbor wants me to handle something.” “Oh, okay. Come back early,” he replied. “Okok,” she said, already grabbing her keys.
At the motel door, the skinny bald old black man grinned. “Hello, my dear.” Ling smirked, strong and unyielding. “Such an impatient old man.” “You know I can’t stand it,” he rasped, pulling her inside. “I want to shower first.” “Drop it. We’re heading straight to bed.” “Really, no patience, you horny ghost.” He laughed. “Ah Ling’s pussy mouth is the best.” “Hmph, you think so?” she shot back, already unbuttoning her blouse with a wink.
They tumbled onto the sheets, sweating and panting. Ling pushed him down, taking control. “My turn now.” She wrapped her lips around his thick cock for a quick blowjob, making him groan. “Come on, slide that black rod into me,” she demanded. He thrust hard into her wet pussy, her ass grinding against him. “Oh!” she cried. “Mmm!!! So good!!” He came fast, cum dripping down her thighs as she panted, “Kiss me, quick.” “God, how long were you holding that load?” she teased. “Heh heh.” “Hate it, I was just coming,” she said, still horny and dripping.
“Next round I’ll make you completely mine,” he growled. “Heh, we’ll see about that, but hurry—I need to be home by ten.” They moved again, bodies slick, her strong hands guiding him deeper into her pussy. “I’m gonna cum, Ling.” “Me too, together,” she moaned, climaxing hard as he filled her once more. Afterward, she dressed swiftly. “Drop me off here, I’ll walk in.” “Ling, give me a kiss.” “No way.” “Please?” “Just one.” As their lips met, it turned into a deep tongue kiss. “Feeding me tongue, you dead ghost,” she muttered, pulling away with a sly smile.
But as she walked home, Ling already felt the pull for what came next.
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