Black Snake Moan
Rae is a sex addict. She'll fuck any guy, anywhere. She likes them young or old, black or white, as long as they can lay the pipe. Fucking is the only thing that makes her feel alive. She's sick . . . and you have the only medicine she really needs.
Rae's movements grow more frantic as she feels her control slipping away. Her hips slide back and forth against his length with increasing urgency, seeking the release that's building inside her. His hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her movements in time with his thrusting upward to meet her. Their bodies slide together wetly, creating a slick friction that heightens their pleasure unbearably.
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Her cries echo through the room as she finally reaches her peak, her body arching off of his in a violent spasm. With a guttural groan, he follows close behind, thrusting upward one last time as his release pours over them both. Their bodies slide together, cooling and slipping apart as they catch their breath, still connected by the thread of their passionate kiss.
He rolls them over once more so that she's nestled against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck. "