Plump Lara's Black Fantasy

Lara Rudolfovna is a plump 37-year-old woman with 6 breast sizes, short stature and curly round hair. The skin is Central European. Her lips are plump and short with red lipstick. She invited a tall African-American teenager with a snake-long penis named Chernosvyat to visit her, so that he would realize her dream - rough sex with a black guy. In return, she promised him a place to live in her cottage.

The cottage smelled like cinnamon and sex—Lara had made sure of that. She’d lit candles, poured wine, and squeezed herself into lace-trimmed lingerie that barely contained her full tits. The doorbell rang. Chernosvyat stood in the doorway, all hard muscle and dark skin, towering over her. His sweatpants did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock, already half-hard. "You weren’t lying," Lara murmured, biting her lip. "That is *long*." He smirked. "And you weren’t lying about the tits." His hands were on her before she could blink, squeezing the soft flesh spilling from her bra. She gasped as he spun her around, pressing her against the wall. His hips ground into her ass—she could feel every inch. "You want it rough?" His voice was low, dangerous. Lara nodded, breathless. "Fuck me like you hate me." His hand tangled in her curls, yanking her head back. "Deal." The couch groaned under them as he threw her down. No foreplay—just the sound of her panties tearing, the wet slap of skin as he shoved inside her. She screamed. He didn’t slow down.

The force of his thrusts drove her deeper into the couch, the frame creaking beneath them. Lara arched, nails digging into his biceps as he stretched her wide, that thick length splitting her open with every snap of his hips. Sweat slicked their skin, her tits bouncing with each brutal push. "Fuck—yes, just like that!" she panted, voice breaking as his grip on her hips tightened, fingers leaving bruises. Chernosvyat grunted, driving harder, deeper, his cock hitting spots that made her vision blur. The wet slap of flesh filled the room, her moans climbing louder, sharper. He leaned down, teeth grazing her ear. "Tell me you can take it." Lara whimpered, her thighs trembling. "I—I can—ah!—*fuck*—" His hand slid between her legs, fingers working her clit in rough circles. The pressure coiled tight, her body clamping around him as pleasure ripped through her. She came with a scream, but he didn’t stop—just fucked her through it, his pace relentless.

Chernosvyat pulled out abruptly, flipping Lara onto her hands and knees. The sudden emptiness made her whimper, but before she could protest, his palm cracked against her ass—once, twice—leaving stinging heat in its wake. "Fuck!" she yelped, but the pain only made her wetter, her cunt clenching around nothing. "You wanted rough," he reminded her, voice rough with lust. He lined himself up and slammed back into her, his cock driving so deep her fingers clawed at the cushions. The angle forced a guttural moan from her throat as he stretched her even wider. His pace was brutal now—no teasing, no mercy. The slap of his thighs against her ass was loud, rhythmic, punctuated by her broken pleas. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as the other snaked around to pinch her nipple hard. "Still taking it?" he growled. Lara could only nod frantically, her body alight with sensation—pain, pleasure, the raw ache of being filled beyond what she thought she could handle. The air smelled like sweat and sex, the room echoing with their ragged breaths and the creak of the abused couch beneath them. He leaned down, his breath hot on her neck. "Good girl."

Chernosvyat’s hips stuttered, his grip on her tightening as a deep groan tore from his throat. Lara gasped as she felt him swell even thicker inside her before he erupted—hot, heavy ropes of cum flooding her cunt in thick pulses. She could feel every twitch of his cock as it emptied into her, the sheer volume making her shudder. “Fuck,” she panted, her thighs trembling. “You’re *filling* me—” He didn’t pull out, grinding deep as he finished, his release spilling past her stretched entrance, dripping onto the couch beneath them. The realization hit her like a shock—no condom, no warning, just his seed pumping into her with brutal efficiency. “You’re gonna put a baby in me,” she breathed, half-dazed, half-aroused by the thought. Chernosvyat nipped at her shoulder, his voice raw. “That a problem?” Her cunt clenched around his softening length, still throbbing from the force of her own orgasm. She didn’t answer—just pressed back against him, grinding her ass into his hips as if daring him to go again.