Chapter 102 The Hot New Caramel Chef (8)

• I was twerking my ass against his dick, my soft curves grinding against his shaft, teasing him back to life, my ass bouncing with loud claps, my moans raw and filthy, my pussy dripping as I spanked myself, driving him wild. Kabelo leaned back against the counter, his breath heavy, his caramel skin gleaming, his chiseled chest heaving, his dark eyes locked on my jiggling ass, his dick now rock-hard, thick, veined, and ready to wreck me again.
• I turned, my hazel eyes dropping to his erection, and fuck, I looked at it like a hungry baby, my mouth watering, my pussy clenching at the sight of that veined, glistening cock, standing proud against his caramel skin. “Holy shit, Kabelo,” I purred, my voice husky, dripping with lust, “your cock’s so fucking gorgeous, I need it in my mouth.” I sank to my knees, my bare skin hitting the tiles, my hands sliding up his muscular thighs, feeling the heat of him, the tremor in his legs. His eyes were dark, burning into me, his smirk filthy as he watched, his hands flexing, ready to grab me.
• I leaned in, my lips brushing the tip, teasing with a soft kiss, then took him in, sucking hard, my mouth stretching around his thickness, my tongue swirling, tasting the mix of his precum, my pussy, and the faint sweetness of honey. I moaned, the vibration making him groan, his legs shaking as I worked him, my lips sliding deep, my throat tightening, saliva dripping down my chin. “Fuck, Susan, you’re sucking my cock like a fucking pro,” he groaned, his South African accent rough, his voice low, trying to keep it down in the quiet mansion. “Shit, that mouth’s gonna kill me.”