We danced around the hotel room to some Rob Zombie naked as the day we were fucking born. I watch her graceful movements. She digs her fingers through thick dark curls that cascaded down to her waist. Her hips moved even better than that Columbian bitch Shakira. This chick was really into it, into me. Funny cause I’m diggin’ her too. The attraction between us set fire to the atmosphere. I didn’t even care she was going around the hotel room breaking shit that I gotta pay for. 
My attention was suddenly drawn to the large tattoo of a leopard stalking down a branch that covered most of her back as she danced. She loved ink and piercings. I close my eyes and curse. This chick was too much my type. To be honest, I wanted a woman like my cousin-in-law, Ebony; thick with smooth dark chocolate skin and some nice tits. This chick was all of that and plus some.

My girl giggles, “Sean, come here!” Her accent was like rich warm honey in my ears. I wince inwardly. I was breaking all types of rules for this chick. I never tell a bitch my government name. She was different from the other girls, I knew it deep down to my fucking soul. A man always know. That’s why I’m making this shit only for one night. Tomorrow I’ll be on a plane back home.

I take the final swig from the liquor bottle and throw it to the floor. I lick my lips feeling the metal there. I stalk her to the beat. She turns around giving me a full view of that naked ass as she dances for me. I dance with her, wrapping her in my arms. My girl smells of peaches and cucumbers. I inhale then pick her up by the waist. She squeals as I throw her onto the bed. My eyes instantly travel down to the sweet chocolate heart between her legs. It was pierced and waxed smooth.

My mouth waters.

“Mmm,” I say, kneeling before the bed. “I’m fucking starved.” I dip a finger in her wetness and suck her juices from my fingers.

I preen. She was wet just for me.

She moans.

“That’s right baby.” I slap her pussy then cup the sweet mons. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Sean!” she breaths.

“Good girl.” A frown spreads across her face.  “What?” I ask

“I’m a squirter. You might want to put some towels down.”

Jesus and all the saints.

I practically ran to the bathroom and return with the cotton soft material. I raise her hips and place the towels beneath her sexy round ass. I slap on of cheeks and she moans. I return to my place, kneeling before the bed. I spread her wide. “You want me to take this ass?” I had to be sure. I know some women got limits.

She smirks…

There are no limits with my Zoya.  I drop a little spit in the crack of her ass for lubricant. She squirms as my finger sink into the little tight bud. Most dudes don’t know how to make anal good for a woman. It’s all about the angle.

“Fuck your amazing, Sean.” Shit, she really did know how to feed a man's ego. I moved my finger in and out then sink two into her wet pussy. Zoya arches her back off the bed. My fingers move in and out as my tongue flicks over her clit.  Her body shudders with each assault on her perfect body. “Oh God I'm close.”

I don’t stop until I rip a high pitched scream from her lips. She pulls on my long hair. Liquid squirts from her sweet pussy.