He saw she wore a tight black dress that accentuated her round ass and milky breasts. Chris seen her in the office everyday but she never looked as she did, gyrating to the music. With a drink in hand, he approached her and asked her to dance. He put his hand on her hip feeling the slight flesh beneath her thin dress. Tracy moved her hips, rubbing against his crotch.
Chris loved her blonde hair that hung down her back and the curves. She turned around and smiled at him. His dick hardened. She had to know. She danced closer and closer to him. Her hand brushed against his leg and his heart raced.
“You look really nice tonight,” he whispered in her ear.
“So do you but you always look nice.”
That was the clincher. They danced together for the rest of the night and when the music stopped playing he found himself driving Tracy to his apartment. She sat beside him with her legs spread apart just enough where he might see something. Her nipples were hard from the winter air. He put the car in drive; Tracy moved her hand to his leg and rubbed it. At times she lingered at his semi-hard dick. She smiled at him
Once they got upstairs to his apartment, she made the first move and kissed him hard on the mouth. Her tongue explored his mouth and her hands rubbed his body. Chris kissed her back, finally touching those perky breasts he always stared at work. He discovered she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were solid. He wanted to lick them and squeeze them.
“What took you so long?” she asked.
“I didn’t think you were interested,” he replied.
“Hmm,” she said as she grabbed at his dick, “and now?”
“I should’ve done this sooner.”
She unzipped his dress pants and let them fall to the floor then slid his boxers down to his ankles. With her white, delicate hands she took his coal black dick and gently stroked it. While one hand stroked his dick, her other hand found his large balls and rubbed them. Once his dick was fully erect, she slid her pink lips over the head and down the shaft. She started slow, licking and flicking at his dick with her tongue. Tracy held the throbbing dick in her one hand and sucked fast and hard. Chris loved her mouth, teasing his dick. He wanted to cum but he really wanted to fuck her.
He stopped her and stood her up where he pulled her dress down exposing her round breasts. He sucked on the nipples and areolas making them protrude. Her breath was short. Chris lifted her onto the countertop and hiked up her skirt, showing her smooth, ripe, pussy. He knelt down and buried his head in her pussy. Licking and sucking on her engorged clit, she moaned. He slid two fingers into her juicy pussy and moved them in and out. He lapped at her juices, he felt her pussy tighten against his fingers and she let out a moan.
Tracy got in doggy style on the floor and Chris at first teased her pussy with his black dick; rubbing the lips and clit with it.
“Please Chris,” she murmured.
He pushed his dick into her tight, luscious pussy. He grabbed onto her round ass and pounded. Tracy breathed heavier and heavier with each thrust. He found himself playing with her asshole. He slid one finger inside and then another. He moved his fingers as he plunged into her. The pink pussy squeezed his dick, sweet cum pushed out of her pussy, sending him over the edge. He pulled out his pulsating dick and came over her voluptuous ass.
“Merry Christmas,” she said in between breaths.
“Yeah you too.”