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Lola and Amone wanted a new bull, but they weren't stupid enough to bring him home on the first meet. So they picked her internet café after closing. The place is tiny, just rows of screens and the smell of stale coffee, but Lola's the manager, so they had the keys and zero risk of getting caught. Amone kept telling himself it was smart—right up until Sheem the Dream walked in and Lola's eyes went straight to his crotch like she could already feel the size through his sweats. Sheem didn't bother with small talk. He grabbed her, dropped into a chair, and yanked her onto his lap. Amone just stood there while Sheem's hands went straight under her skirt and started grabbing. Lola was wet already. She reached down, fished out that thick cock, and went down on it like she'd been waiting all week. No teasing, just spit-slick strokes and loud sucking. When she climbed on top, she didn't even line him up—she just dropped and took every inch, gasping like she'd been starving for it. Her hips snapped hard, greedy for more, like she could force him deeper if she fucked faster. Amone watched her tits bounce and heard her moan every time that cock bottomed out. Eventually Sheem pulled out and both of them dropped to their knees. Amone opened his mouth first, tongue out, ready. Sheem painted them both, thick ropes across Lola's tongue and Amone's lips. When it was over, Amone leaned in and licked the rest off her face, swallowing what was left like it was his job.
Lola and Amone wanted a new bull, but they weren't stupid enough to bring him home on the first meet. So they picked her internet café after closing. The place is tiny, just rows of screens and the smell of stale coffee, but Lola's the manager, so they had the keys and zero risk of getting caught. Amone kept telling himself it was smart—right up until Sheem the Dream walked in and Lola's eyes went straight to his crotch like she could already feel the size through his sweats. Sheem didn't bother with small talk. He grabbed her, dropped into a chair, and yanked her onto his lap. Amone just stood there while Sheem's hands went straight under her skirt and started grabbing. Lola was wet already. She reached down, fished out that thick cock, and went down on it like she'd been waiting all week. No teasing, just spit-slick strokes and loud sucking. When she climbed on top, she didn't even line him up—she just dropped and took every inch, gasping like she'd been starving for it. Her hips snapped hard, greedy for more, like she could force him deeper if she fucked faster. Amone watched her tits bounce and heard her moan every time that cock bottomed out. Eventually Sheem pulled out and both of them dropped to their knees. Amone opened his mouth first, tongue out, ready. Sheem painted them both, thick ropes across Lola's tongue and Amone's lips. When it was over, Amone leaned in and licked the rest off her face, swallowing what was left like it was his job.
