Just Like The Good Old Days

Chocolate rolls into town to crash with his old college pal Jack. Man, it's been ages since those wild campus nights. They crack open a few beers, swapping stories about the dumb shit they pulled back then, before Jack shows him to the guest room to sack out. Jack's wife, Jade Valentine, stumbles in late from her girls' night out, tipsy and giggling. She's heard about this Chocolate guy from Jack and damn if she doesn't want a peek at the real deal. Slips into the guest room quiet-like, eyes him up, and goes straight for it: 'Mind if I suck your dick?' Chocolate's eyes light up like it's Christmas. 'Yeah, buddy!' he grins. Jade drops down and goes to town, lips wrapped tight around him, sucking like she's starving. Chocolate swells up rock hard in no time, throbbing against her tongue. She can't wait—climbs right on top of that massive dick, sinking down slow at first, then grinding hard. She rides him like a pro, bouncing and moaning, chasing that edge until bam—a huge orgasm rips through her, leaving her shaking. Chocolate's not done, though. He flips her around, bends Jade over the bed, and pounds into her deep, taking her straight to pound-town. She bucks back, screaming his name, and hits another screaming orgasm, walls clenching like a vice. He lays her out on her back then, spreads her wide, and hammers away with everything he's got. Jade's lost in it, tits bouncing, begging for more. Finally, Chocolate pulls out and unloads, busting ropes of hot man goo all over her pretty face, marking her like his prize. Jack? He hears every slap, every gasp, and Chocolate hollering 'Yeah, buddy!' from down the hall. Dude knows exactly what's going down—and hell, he's probably smirking.