Carol Vorderman trekt los
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Carol tugs the meatpole
8 jaar geleden
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Carol has lead a double life since 2001, at 41, two marriages, bred twice, she's in a relationship with Des Kelly, but she's frustrated with little cocks, at the Countdown studios the show had become very mundane, Carol was just going through the motions, Richard Whiteley suggested she take a young, vigorous lover, they laughed, but the seed of an idea was planted in Carol's mind. At the same time a new black security guard started in the front office, this huge man had a brooding presence, young and unattractive he exuded aggression and intimidating sexuality, his dark skin extenuated a menacing presence, no criminal record but not a man to mess with. During the following weeks Carol monitored the brute, rumours of his massive cock made her pussy wet, inciting impatient need for bbc. After recording a show on Friday afternoon Carol found an excuse to linger until late evening, the big brute was leaving now, she stealthily followed, as he opened his car door, Carol, in a low cut blouse showing ample cleavage, asked for a lift to the nearest station, nervously she got in, the black brute sensed Carol's furtive sexual desire, he'd noticed her eyes lingering on his body, fantasised about fucking her meaty white cunt, her shirt rode up revealing thick white thighs, he assertively suggested she come to his Brixton flat for a drink as he stroked her inner thigh, the passive response excited the brute, it took 40 minutes to reach Brixton, they drove through the gentrified areas before pulling into a grubby council estate, Carol knew this was jungle territory, it was dark now, before opening the car door he roughly fingered the wet pussy, Carol sighed, she might be worried but she needed to be fucked by that cock, she stroked it timidly, almost like the throbbing flesh was a deity, the brute manhandled passive Carol into the lift, on the way to the fifth floor the pair kissed passionately, his spittle ran down Carol's throat as she lovingly sucked his tongue, quickly she's pinned on the bed, skirt and knickers ripped off for immediate penetration, the monster cock bludgeoned deep into a soaking wet vagina, as he brutally stretched cervix Carol cried out in agony and ecstasy, swift orgasm, the black brute tore into the pussy, Carol spread her ample thighs wider allowing the bulbous cockhead to plunge past her cervix, as Carol experienced another climax the brute savagely lunged in his final throes of lust, Carol was now wide open as thick wads of cum spewed into her fertile womb, his big body pinned the TV presenter's to the bed, still fully erect she could feel the knobhead in her belly, but Carol was now transformed into a bbc whore, he rode Carol again, pure primal lust descended on the flat, ferociously sucking those ample titties he looked up at Carol, eyes closed in rapturous joy she was now in another world, 'my fucking pussy', authority had been established, the pair rutted wildly all night, over the weekend the brute demanded Carol service
