Chapter 101 The Hot New Caramel Chef (7)

Kabelo’s dick was a fucking force, pounding my pussy hard, his hips slamming into me as I stood with one leg on the kitchen counter, my round ass facing him, clapping with every brutal thrust. My naked body was a slick mess—honey on my tits, sweat on my skin, my dark curls wild, my pussy dripping, gripping him tight. His hands dug into my waist, spanking my ass red, the smack echoing, my moans loud and filthy, mixing with his dirty growls. “Fuck, Kabelo, wreck this pussy!” I screamed, my voice raw, my tits bouncing, my clit throbbing, my body shaking as he fucked me senseless. The kitchen was a haze of heat and sex, the stainless steel reflecting my sinful form—ass out, pussy stretched, Kabelo’s caramel skin glowing behind me. Then he slowed, his dick buried deep, and I whimpered, my pussy clenching, aching for more. “Not done with you yet, you filthy little slut,” he growled, his South African accent thick, his voice dripping with raw lust. He pulled out, his dick slick and glistening, leaving me empty, my pussy pulsing. Before I could protest, his strong hands grabbed my hips, lifting me off the counter like I was nothing, his biceps bulging, his chest flexing. I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles as he held me in the air, his hard dick brushing my pussy, teasing me.