I could smell her the minute she walked into Captain Bob's Bar and
Grille. It was the unmistakable smell of a luscious pussy in heat.
She was wearing a pretty pale yellow, spaghetti strapped sundress,
and her tan was a perfectly golden match. Intuition told me that was
all she was naked under that thin cotton garment. It was obvious
that she was braless, but the panties were absent primarily in my
imagination. When she sauntered by my table I knew she was ready for ebony creampie galleries, and that gorgeous ass was swinging with a "fuck me full of
babies" lilt.
Every eye in the joint was following her, even the women were
entranced by the pheromones wafting through the air, and her
expensive but subtle perfume totally overpowered the pungent smell
of burning onions on Captain Bob's flattop grill.
I guessed she was in her mid twenties, maybe thirty and definitely
the type of girl who jazzercised every day at the local woman's
club. Her calves were a textbook example of a stair stepping queen,
and the lift of her cork platform sandals gave her legs that round
muscular look akin to stiletto heels.
My eyes drifted up her long, smooth, tanned legs while my mind
pictured ebony creampie galleries; I just knew she had one of those Brazilian
bikini waxes that make licking and sucking a woman such a treat. I
was getting wood thinking of the ebony creampie galleries I would
make her do when I bedded her. The thought of running my tongue from
her navel down that flat belly and through the slit of her wet and
throbbing cunt was only surpassed by the image of my face buried
between her cheeks sucking on her asshole.
As she passed through the dinning area leaving stiff cocks, and wet
pussys in her wake, the couple sitting next to my table were both
openly staring at her. I could tell they were fantasizing about ebony creampie galleries of girl flesh, and taking turns using her to pleasure
themselves.
Swinging her ass in time with her long blonde ponytail, she strode
out the back door of Captain Bob's and took a seat like royalty at
the tiki bar overlooking Banana Beach.
Banana Beach, sometimes called "Ebony Creampie Galleries Beach" runs all the way
north to the hedonistic resort, Club Corito. Club Corito is the
anchor attraction for Corn Island. |
