House Dick Pleasures

Odessa Bell lounged in her living room, legs spread, phone wedged against her ear while she rubbed circles over her clit. She was filthy on the line—moaning about how wet she was, how bad she needed dick, how she couldn’t wait to ride her boyfriend tonight. The guy on the other end killed the mood fast: he was bailing to chill with the boys. Odessa snapped, told him to kick rocks, and barked that she’d find what she needed from House Dick. She killed the call and shouted his name. Chocolate God came jogging down the stairs in nothing but sweats. Tall, dark, swinging heavy. He clocked her vibe in a second and grinned. “Need some dick to take the edge off?” Odessa didn’t even answer—just yanked his waistband down and swallowed him whole. She sucked sloppy and loud until his cock stood thick and veiny, spit dripping off her chin. Chocolate spun her around, bent her over the couch, and drove straight into her soaked pussy. One hard thrust and she yelped, gripping the cushions. He stayed buried, hips snapping, giving her every inch until her thighs started to shake. Then he slid out and pressed the fat head against her asshole. Odessa pushed back, hungry. He sank into her ass in one long stroke, and she moaned like the tension was finally breaking. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, gripping her hips, pounding deep while her cheeks clapped. She came hard, whole body twitching. The second her orgasm ebbed she climbed on top, sliding that stretched hole right back down his cock in anal cowgirl. She rode fast, ass flexing, then did a quick twist mid-stroke—Spin-a-Rooney—landing reverse, still impaled, bouncing harder. Another orgasm ripped through her. She popped off, spun, and sucked her own ass taste off his dick, throat working like she couldn’t get enough. Chocolate laid her on her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and drilled both holes—switching from ass to pussy, pussy to ass—until he pulled out and painted her face with thick ropes. She licked her lips, eyes glassy, finally smiling.