~Pun’s meaty pussy~
Azuaka had been involved in a stressful long day. With tons of reviews and newspaper updates on his table he only knew returning home to his wife , Opula was apparently impossible. He had not slept out in this marriage and he argued if Opula would approve it.
With the trendy divorce saga between Mr. President and Aku, Sexy Model newspaper had become a bestseller every now and then. First hand information often got to Aku and her crew and they greedily got the first cash out before Legal Dailies could clench on the garbage.
This pissed him off. Although he was joyful over Aku’s divorce yet he couldn’t breathe upon her weekly success as a journalist.
So when he picked up the phone to inform Opula he wouldn’t be returning home tonight, Opula replied from the other side, “You don’t have to bother, sweetie. I am right at your door.”
Azuaka dragged a brow and pulled back in his seat when the door to his office creaked and Opula entered with a blonde thick lady all dressed in transparent , black lingerie which sold out her portable light breasts, and well-shaven pussy.
“We are yet to consummate this marriage sweetie. Your absence is the least of options right now,” she sounded and smiled at the blonde girl.
The looks in the eyes of Azuaka asked a million questions about the girl and the need for her presence.
“Sorry about that sweetie,” Opula apologized, pointing at her, “This is Pun. I wonder why her name sounds like porn, but I believe it is because of what she has got in her. She is going to pleasure us tonight, right here in your office. I have always yearned to sit with you and watch an escort finger her pussy and moan until she squirts on herself.”
Azuaka had a hard grin, winked and rubbed his eyes. “I have had a rough day…
“That is why I am here, sweetie. Pun is the best you can find around. Netizens says she cums and squirts fifteen times per hours. But tonight she is promising us that feat in thirty minutes.”
He smiled briefly, “So am I going to fuck her or what? I think I love what I am seeing even though my wife is prettier.” His gaze was on the tattoo on the thighs of Pun and her loose thick ass that rolled under her transparent lingerie.
“I know you want to fuck Pun, but I am not ready to share my husband’s dick. She is here to pleasure us , give you hard-rock erection, make you finger her pussy and lick her clitoris except fucking her.” she peered to his ears and whispered, “You know we need a child so I can’t risk it.
“Pun!” she called, staring at her. We want to cum mere staring at you, bring it on,” Opula said and sat on the laps of Azuaka.
Pun started off with a striptease, tore her lingerie, threw it to a corner, unhooked her G-string and tossed at Azuaka who caught it and smelled it.
“What does she smell like?” Opula asked, admiring the way at which Azuaka shut his eyes and smelled the G-string.
“She smells like fermented juice and would really be good for sucking,” he groaned.
At the time Pun was tweaking and twisting her waists to a soundless tune. Her fat ass was so uncontrollable that each step left it clapping together. She extended her hands up her portable breasts and caught her nipples in a squeeze.
Azuaka raised a brow upon beholding the sight, while Opula shook her head. They stared closely as Pun’s entire body trembled while she squeezed her nipples.
They were shocked the moment she squirted on end and started fingering her pussy with four fingers.
“She has thick pussy and I know you love thick pussy,” Opula whispered in his ears.
“Indeed her pussy makes me cringe. It is so meaty that I would want to leave my teeth on it,” he replied, still smelling her G-string.
“Do you want to suck her? That is one of the reasons she is here?”
Opula was staring at Puns’s cum which was trickling from her pussy down her thighs.
“If you avail me the grace, I would love to suck that meaty pussy,” he replied and added, “Thank you for bringing this meaty pussy my way.”
Opula interrupted, “Pun!” she called, “Bring your pussy over here my husband wants to eat you.”
Pun dragged herself to their corner. “How do you want to eat me?” she asked, “Do you want it standing or sitting?” she asked further.
“Bring your pussy on my table so I can have my dinner.”
Pun came over, sat on his large desk, parted her legs so wide that her thick pussy yawned at him.
“Enjoy yourself, sweetie,” said Opula as she gave way to entertain herself.
“Come on! Go ahead and eat that pussy,” Pun moaned through clenched teeth with her head tilted backward.
Azuaka stuck out his tongue, gripped her legs and pushed his face between her thighs.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” that was the first moan Pun let out as she scratched the back of his skull, “Oh what a tongue! Please …please oooh fuck! Eat all of it! Eat on! Oh fuck yeah! I love it when you spit at it!”
Azuaka spat at her pussy severally, fingered it a little while before returning his tongue to his destination.
Pun raised her toes and curved them as her body pulled backward. She couldn’t bear it anymore. Her hands had clenched on the edges of the desk as she left her mouth gaping and gasping for breath.
Opula had stripped off her dress and helped her pussy with her fingers.
Quickly like the rush of water from the nozzle of shower, Pun squirted on the face of Azuaka.
“What the fuck!” Opula moaned as she was lost between seeing Pun squirt repeatedly and her fingers pleasuring her pussy.
“Enough Pun!” Opula said, stood up to take over her husband.
Pun shook her head, pressed Azuaka’s head into her pussy and managed to moan, “Hold on a bit, I am about to cum again,” she scowled her face and lowered her gaze to Azuaka bent on ravaging her pussy with his tongue.
Forcefully Opula dragged Azuaka’s face from her pussy. “Fuck me now! Be fast about it!” she ordered, pulled off his shirt and grabbed his hard-rock dick…