MILF's Wild Night In A Dark Bar

Cilla a 52 year old auburn haired milf enters a seedy downturn bar and is gangbanged by all the black African patrons

Cilla pushed open the heavy door of The Congo, a rundown bar tucked away in a grimy corner of the city. The dim lighting and throbbing bass hit her all at once. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Every man in the place was black and every man was fully erect. Men's hands slid from sticking to beer glasses to bulk on the grimy table. Every eye watched her walk. She owned it. A tall, muscular man with a shaved head and a gold tooth grinned at her, his eyes roaming her curvy figure. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning against the bar. "I'm here for the main event," Cilla replied, her voice steady and confident. "I heard you boys like to have a good time." He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Oh, we do. And you look like you can handle it." Cilla smirked, running her hands over her hips. "I can handle more than you think." The man gestured to the crowded dance floor, where men were already stripping down, their cocks hard and ready. "Then let's get this party started." Cilla sauntered over, her heels clicking on the sticky floor. She was surrounded by a circle of eager men, their hands roaming her body, gripping her ass, and squeezing her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back as she reveled in the attention. A man with a thick, muscular body pressed against her back, his cock grinding against her ass. "You like that, sweetheart?" he growled in her ear. "Yes," she panted, reaching back to grab his thigh. "Fuck yeah, I do." Another man stepped forward, his cock jutting out proudly. He grabbed her hand, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. "Suck me," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. Cilla dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his salty precum. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, fucking her mouth with wild abandon. Cilla took it all, her eyes watering as she sucked him deep. Around her, the men were growing increasingly restless, their cocks hard and ready. One by one, they approached her, their eyes locked onto her mouth. She took them all, her lips stretched wide, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked them deep. The room was filled with the sounds of moaning and grunting, the wet suction of her mouth, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Cilla's pussy was dripping, her body aching with need. She stood up, her eyes scanning the room. "Who's first?" she asked, her voice breathy and desperate. A man with a massive cock and a muscular body stepped forward. "I am," he growled, grabbing her and throwing her over a nearby pool table. It was filthy, sticky with beer and cheap whiskey. He bent her over, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. She gasped as he slammed into her, his cock filling her completely. He fucked her hard, his hips pounding against her ass, his balls slapping against her clit. She moaned, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. The crowd roared, their cocks in hand as they jacked off, watching the spectacle unfold before them. They waited for their turn, their eyes locked onto Cilla's writhing body. She was in heaven, her body on fire with lust and desire. She took every inch of his cock, her pussy clenching around him as he fucked her deep and hard. She screamed out in pleasure, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth.

The man grunted, his hips sluggish, his breath ragged. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. "Fuck, you're tight," he panted, stepping back to let the next man take his place. Cilla didn't wait, she turned around, her ass pressed against the edge of the table, her legs spread wide. Her pussy was on full display, slick and swollen, begging to be filled. A man with a thick, veiny cock stepped forward, his hand stroking his shaft. He didn't waste time, he dropped to his knees, his tongue lapping at her pussy. He licked and sucked, his fingers digging into her thighs. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. He growled, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. He stood up and lined up his cock, rubbing the head against her entrance. "You ready for this big boy, sweetheart?" he asked, a wicked grin on his face. "I'll tell you what — you want it, you take it." Cilla reached out, grabbing his cock and pulling him into her. She gasped as he filled her, his girth stretching her wide. He grunted, his hands gripping her thighs as he started to move. He fucked her slow and deep, his hips rolling with each thrust. She moaned, her body arching to meet his, her nails digging into his arms. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breathy and desperate. "Fuck me harder." He obliged, his hips picking up speed, his cock slamming into her with force. The table shook, the pool balls clattering with each thrust. She screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her juices coating his shaft. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. He pulled out, his cock softening, but still glistening with her juices. He stepped back, another man taking his place. The crowd roared, their cocks hard and ready, waiting for their turn to fuck her raw.

The next man in line was shorter but more muscular, his body ripped and glistening with sweat. He didn't say a word, just stepped up and flipped her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up in the air. His cock was thick and curved, and he rubbed it against her slick folds before slamming into her with a grunt. She cried out, the suddenness and force of his thrust making her body jerk forward. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He fucked her hard, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the room, mixing with the moans and grunts of the watching men. Cilla pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, her body slick with sweat. "Fuck yeah, take it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take this big black cock." She moaned, her body on fire. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, his touch sending electric shocks through her body. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy milking his cock. He grunted, his hips stuttering as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He stepped back, another man taking his place. This one was tall and slim, his cock long and thin. He grabbed her, pulling her up and turning her to face him. He wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock pressing against her entrance. "Wrap those legs around me, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Let's see how you handle this." She did as she was told, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck. He lifted her effortlessly, his cock sliding into her with ease. He started to move, his hips rolling as he fucked her slow and deep. She moaned, her body arching to meet his, her nails digging into his shoulders. The crowd roared, their cocks hard and ready, waiting for their turn. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, the air thick with lust and desire.