Mira lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets of the hotel bed, the soft glow of a single bedside lamp casting warm shadows over her porcelain skin. Her shoulder-length blonde wolf cut fanned out around her head, strands clinging to the light sheen of sweat already forming on her neck. Those striking blue eyes were locked upward, wide and hungry, fixed on the thick black cock hovering just inches above her face. The musky scent of Steve's arousal flooded her nostrils, heavy and primal, making her lips part instinctively as a fresh wave of heat pooled between her thighs. She still wore the delicate lingerie set she'd bought just for this—lacy black bra hugging her full DD breasts, the matching thong already pulled aside to expose the smooth, glistening folds of her pussy. Her toned abs flexed with each shallow breath, the slight definition of her hourglass figure trembling with anticipation. She knew this was wrong, knew Sara was waiting at home with that trusting smile, but the sheer size and girth of the cock above her wiped every trace of guilt from her mind.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the foil packet on the nightstand, tearing it open with practiced ease. Mira brought the condom to her lips, pinching the tip between her teeth before leaning up to roll it down Steve's shaft with her mouth alone. The latex stretched tight over his excessively thick six-inch length, veins pulsing visibly beneath the thin barrier as she worked it lower with slow, deliberate sucks and twists of her tongue. Steve's athletic frame tensed above her, a low grunt escaping his throat as he watched the lesbian's cute face bob forward, her blue eyes never leaving his. "Damn, girl," he muttered, surprise lacing his voice. "Thought you were all about pussy. Didn't expect you to know how to wrap a dick like that."

Mira pulled back once the condom was snug at the base, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to the covered head. "You're here for a reason," she breathed, her voice husky with need. She sank back into the pillows, spreading her legs wide and hooking her fingers behind her knees to pull them toward her chest. Her pussy opened fully for him, pink and dripping, the inner walls clenching visibly around nothing as she begged in a desperate whisper, "Please, Steve... fuck my lesbian pussy to hell. Stretch it. Ruin it."

He didn't hesitate. Steve lowered himself between her thighs and drove his thick cock straight into her soaked cunt in one powerful thrust. Mira's walls clamped down instantly, the tight, velvet heat gripping every inch of his girth as he bottomed out. Her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back while her arms snaked over his shoulders, pulling him flush against her sweat-slick body. The stretch burned so sweetly she moaned loud and long, her DD tits heaving against his chest. "Look at you," Steve taunted, hips already rolling in deep, grinding strokes. "Big bad lesbian spreading for black cock like a desperate slut. What would your girlfriend say if she saw this tight little cunt swallowing me?"

Mira's answer came in broken gasps as he picked up the pace, pounding into her with heavy, wet slaps that echoed through the room. Each thrust dragged along her sensitive walls, his thick shaft forcing her pussy to mold around him, juices squelching obscenely with every withdrawal. "It's so much better," she confessed, voice cracking as her nails raked down his back. "Sara's fingers... her tongue... they don't fill me like this. Your cock's so thick, so deep... fuck, it's splitting me open." The admission only spurred Steve harder; he leaned in, lips brushing her ear while his hips snapped forward with bruising force, the bed creaking violently beneath them. "That's right, you cheating dyke. Say it again while I breed this pussy. Tell me how much better my dick is than your girlfriend's."

Her orgasm hit without warning, a violent clenching that rippled through every muscle. Mira's cunt spasmed hard around Steve's cock, milking him in rhythmic pulses as her juices gushed around the base, soaking his balls and the sheets below. She cried out, body arching, tits bouncing with each aftershock. Steve groaned, burying himself to the hilt as his own release surged; thick ropes of cum flooded the condom, the latex bulging visibly inside her stretched pussy with the sheer volume. He stayed there, grinding through the last twitches, letting her feel every throb.

When he finally pulled out, the condom hung heavy and full. Steve peeled it off slowly, the tip swollen and dripping, then held it above Mira's open mouth. "Swallow it," he ordered. She obeyed without hesitation, tongue extended as he poured the warm, sticky load down her throat. The taste was salty and thick; she gulped it down in messy swallows, some spilling over her lips. Steve patted her cheek with a satisfied smirk. "Good girl."

Mira's breath was still ragged as she reached for the next foil packet on the nightstand, her fingers slick with sweat and traces of cum from her lips. She tore it open slowly, the sharp crinkle loud in the quiet room, then brought the rolled latex to her mouth again. Pinching the tip between her teeth, she leaned forward and engulfed Steve's still-hard cock with her lips, sucking the condom down his thick shaft in wet, twisting motions. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, working the latex lower inch by inch while her blue eyes flicked up to meet his, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and coating his balls in shiny strands. The musky taste of his skin mixed with the latex flooded her senses, making her pussy throb emptily even as her ass clenched in anticipation.

She pulled off once the condom was seated at the base, a thick string of spit connecting her swollen lips to the covered head, then turned onto her hands and knees. Mira arched her back deep, presenting her round ass high while reaching back to spread her cheeks wide, the lacy thong still shoved aside to expose both her dripping cunt and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. "Fuck the lesbianism out of me, Steve," she gasped, voice hoarse and desperate. "Pound me like the cheating slut I am. Ruin it for Sara—make it yours."

Steve moved behind her without hesitation, gripping her hips and lining up his thick cock with her pussy. He pushed forward in one relentless thrust, the excessive girth stretching her rim wide as he sank deep into the velvet heat of her pussy. Mira cried out, her walls clamping down around every vein and ridge, the burn of the invasion mixing with a filthy fullness that made her toes curl. He didn't pause, drawing back and slamming in harder, the wet slap of his balls against her soaked pussy echoing through the room while her DD tits swung beneath her.

The rhythm built fast and brutal, Steve's fingers digging bruises into her hips as he yanked her back onto his cock with every thrust. "This lesbian pussy is nothing but a fucktoy for black dick now," he taunted, leaning over her sweat-slick back. "Your girlfriend's tongue could never stretch you like this, could it? You're just a hole for me to wreck behind her back." Mira moaned louder, the shame and pleasure twisting inside her, her ass rippling around his pounding shaft as juices from her pussy dripped down her thighs in sticky trails. Each slam forced a wet squelch from her stretched hole, her body jolting forward only to be hauled back for more.

Her arms gave out, cheek pressing into the sheets as she collapsed onto her belly, pussy still raised and impaled. The angle let him drive even deeper, his cock battering her cervix with every grind until her orgasm crashed through her—her pussy spasming wildly, cunt gushing onto the bed while she sobbed his name. Steve's grip tightened, leaving red marks as he growled low, "Gonna cum inside this lesbian pussy. Fill it up." "Do it," Mira begged into the mattress, voice muffled and broken. "Breed my cheating pussy."

He buried himself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum pulsing into the condom deep inside her pussy, the latex swelling hot against her clenching walls. Steve stayed locked there through every throb, grinding out the last spurts before withdrawing with a wet pop. He flipped the dazed Mira onto her back, her blonde hair a tangled mess across her flushed face, then peeled off the condom and held the heavy, cum-filled tip above her open mouth. The warm load poured out in thick globs across her tongue, lips, and cheeks; she licked desperately at every drop, swallowing with greedy gulps as it coated her porcelain skin in shiny streaks.

Steve glanced toward the nightstand, his hand reaching for the final foil packet that remained there, but Mira's fingers caught his wrist with a trembling urgency, her voice thick and hoarse as she confessed, "That's the last one... the third condom, I used it last week with another guy." A slow, wicked grin spread across Steve's face as he tossed the empty packet aside, his dark eyes narrowing with taunting delight while he gripped her thighs and flipped her onto her back once more, positioning his bare, still-hard cock at the dripping entrance to her pussy. "You filthy cheating slut," he growled, slapping the thick head of his unprotected shaft against her swollen clit, smearing precum over her folds. "Punishing that lesbian ass by breeding you raw now—gonna fill this cunt up proper since you can't keep your holes wrapped." Mira whimpered in submission, her blue eyes glazing over with raw lust as he thrust forward without preamble, driving every inch of his excessively thick six-inch cock straight into her unprotected depths in one savage stroke. Her walls clenched greedily around the bare skin, the hot, veined girth stretching her tighter without the latex barrier, her juices coating him instantly in slick, squelching sounds as he bottomed out against her cervix. She wrapped her toned arms and legs around him like a vice, heels digging into his ass and pulling him deeper while her lips brushed his ear in a desperate whisper, "I'm not on birth control... oh god, Steve, fuck me raw."

Steve's hips snapped forward with brutal force, pounding her missionary style in deep, punishing thrusts that made her DD tits bounce and slap against his chest, her porcelain skin glistening with fresh sweat as he taunted her ruthlessly between grunts. "Gonna steal you from that girlfriend of yours, make this cheating pussy mine—breed you full behind her back until you're dripping my cum every night." Mira moaned louder, affirming every word with frantic nods, her voice cracking as she gasped, "Yes, I'm a slut for your massive black cock, Steve—use me, ruin me, it's so much better than Sara." Her arms and legs locked tighter around his athletic frame, nails raking his back as her pussy fluttered and dripped around his bare thrusts, the raw friction sending sparks through her core with every grinding roll of his hips. The bed creaked violently beneath them, her ass cheeks spreading wider with each impact as his heavy balls slapped wetly against her.

Suddenly, Mira's phone buzzed on the nightstand, Sara's name flashing on the screen, and she answered with a shaky tap, her voice surprisingly steady even as Steve kept fucking her without pause, his thick cock pistoning deep into her raw cunt. "Hey babe," Mira breathed into the receiver, a heaving Sara on the other end fresh from the gym, her breaths labored as she chatted about dinner plans and what to order. "Yeah, sounds good... I'll be home soon," Mira replied, biting her lip hard to stifle a moan while Steve's relentless pounding dragged obscene wet sounds from her stretched pussy, her body arching as an orgasm built from the sheer forbidden thrill of being bred behind Sara's back. Her walls clamped down rhythmically, milking his bare shaft as she orgasmed silently, juices gushing around his cock and soaking the sheets, her blonde wolf cut sticking to her flushed face while she maintained the casual conversation about takeout and wine.

As the call ended with a soft goodbye, Steve growled and upped the ante, slamming into her harder and faster, the intense climax building with brutal, lengthy strokes that battered her cervix relentlessly. Mira locked her limbs around him even tighter, her hourglass figure trembling beneath his weight as he taunted her viciously, "Gonna breed this lesbian pussy behind your girlfriend's back—fill you up till it leaks out for days." "Please, cum inside me," Mira begged, her voice breaking into sobs of pleasure, "Breed me, Steve—make me your slut." Her second orgasm crashed through her without warning, her cunt squeezing and rippling around his bare cock in powerful pulses, drawing every drop from him as he erupted deep inside, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her unprotected womb in heavy spurts that made her belly feel warm and full. She milked him greedily through the throbs, her body shuddering in aftershocks as he ground out the last of his load.

Steve finally pulled out with a wet slurp, leaving Mira dazed and sprawled on the ruined bed, thick cum oozing from her gaping pussy in creamy trails that mixed with her own juices on the sheets, her lingerie torn and twisted around her sweat-slick body amid the scattered used condoms. "Thanks, Steve," she murmured weakly, a satisfied smile on her lips as he dressed and left without another word.

In the adjacent room, Sara watched the feed from the hidden CCTV, her phone balanced on her shoulder as she masturbated furiously to the footage, fingers buried deep in her own cunt while she moaned, "This cuckolding session is one of the top recently—fuck, Mira's such a perfect cheating slut on camera." She checked her notifications, the lesbian cuckolding and cheating porn account racking up earnings from the live stream views, and grinned to herself.

"Getting Mira that implanon was the best decision we made."

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