Elena lounged in the upscale hotel suite, her seven-month belly proudly displayed under a silk robe that clung to every curve. Her husband believed she was at a spa weekend. Instead, Jamal strode in, his dark eyes locking on hers with immediate heat.
"You called, and here I am," he said, voice low. "But that belly says you're playing a dangerous game."
Elena laughed, sharp and unapologetic, stepping close. "Dangerous? Please. My husband thinks I'm fragile and resting. I'm horny, dripping wet, and in complete control. I've already decided not to keep this pregnancy—why not enjoy one explosive ride first? Now drop the small talk and show me that black cock."
Jamal grinned, shedding his shirt. "Witty as ever. You sure you're not submissive tonight?"
"Never have been," she shot back, pushing him onto the bed. Her hands worked his belt with practiced ease. "Watch this." She freed his thick, hard length and wrapped her lips around it, delivering a slow, teasing blowjob that made him groan. "Mmm, so hard already. Tastes like trouble."
Jamal's fingers traced her ass as she worked him. "Your pussy must be soaked. Let me feel how wet you are."
Elena rose, robe pooling at her feet, revealing her glistening folds. "Find out yourself." She straddled him, guiding his cock into her dripping pussy with a gasp. "I'm on top. Always. Ride me hard while I decide exactly how this ends."
They moved together, bodies sweating, panting with each thrust. "Deeper," she demanded, grinding her ass against him. "Make this horny wife come all over that cock." Jamal obliged, hands gripping her hips as she climaxed first, crying out while her cum coated him. He followed seconds later, filling her with hot pulses as they collapsed in a tangled, breathless heap.
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