Mr M Part 2

Kendra Sunderland heard the story and booked Mr M the next day. She shows up at his house, already wet. Kira Noir, his assistant, opens the door in a short silk robe. They waste no time. Kira drops to her knees, palms Kendra’s big tits, then slides two fingers inside her until she’s dripping. When the door finally opens again, Mr M steps in—Mandingo, silent and huge. Kendra’s eyes go straight to the thick outline in his trousers. He nods. She crawls over, frees that heavy black cock and cups his balls, rolling them gently while she licks. She sucks with hungry strokes, spit running down her chin, until he’s rock hard and she can barely fit the head. Mr M lifts her, bends her over the arm of the couch and pushes in slow. Kendra gasps, stretched tight around the biggest dick she’s ever taken. Kira holds her open, thumb circling Kendra’s clit while Mandingo drives deeper. Every thrust knocks the air from her lungs. She comes hard, shaking, but he keeps going. When he finally pulls out, he paints her tits in thick ropes, then feeds the last drops to her tongue.