Chinedu spotted her across the smoky Lagos club, the way her tight red dress hugged every curve of that thick Naija ass. Amara. He bought her a drink, leaned in close, and told her straight what he wanted. "I go fuck you till you shout my name." She smiled, licked her lips, and said, "Then make am quick, I no get time for small boys."
They skipped the small talk and headed straight to his apartment in Ikeja. The door barely closed before he pushed her against it, hands grabbing her heavy breasts through the fabric. "You dey make my dick hard already," he growled, yanking the dress down. Her dark nipples popped free, stiff and begging. He sucked one hard, teeth grazing, while his fingers shoved up her skirt and found her bare pussy already dripping.
Amara moaned loud, grinding on his hand. "Wetin you dey wait for? Finger that pussy." Chinedu rammed two thick fingers inside her, pumping fast and rough, thumb circling her swollen clit. Her juices ran down his wrist as she bucked against him, cursing in Pidgin. "Fuck, Chinedu, your hand dey sweet me die."
He dropped to his knees, spread her thighs, and buried his face in her wet cunt. Tongue lapping her folds like he was starving, sucking her clit while she grabbed his head and rode his mouth. "Deeper, bastard," she hissed. He tongue-fucked her hole, then added fingers again, stretching her until she came hard, thighs shaking, pussy flooding his chin with her cream.
Amara pulled him up, dropped to her knees, and freed his heavy black cock. It slapped her face, thick and veined. "This one go kill me," she laughed dirty, then swallowed him deep. Sloppy sucks, spit dripping down his balls as she gagged on the length. Chinedu fucked her throat, hands in her braids, balls slapping her chin. "Suck am well, you Naija slut."
She stood, bent over the couch, ass up. "Enter me now." Chinedu slammed into her soaked pussy in one thrust, balls deep. He pounded hard, skin slapping loud, her ass rippling with every stroke. "Your pussy tight like virgin," he grunted, gripping her hips and drilling faster. Amara pushed back, meeting every thrust, screaming, "Fuck me harder, fuck this pussy!"
He flipped her onto her back on the floor, legs over his shoulders, and hammered her deep. Sweat poured off them in the humid night. Her tits bounced wildly as he pinched her nipples, cock stretching her walls. She came again, squirting around him, soaking the tiles. Chinedu didn't stop, kept pounding through her spasms until his own load boiled up. He pulled out and sprayed thick ropes across her belly and tits, marking her.
They rested minutes, then she climbed on top, sliding his still-hard dick back inside. She rode him slow at first, grinding her clit on his base, then bounced fast, ass clapping. "I go milk this cock dry," she promised. Chinedu thrust up to meet her, fingers rubbing her clit until she squirted again, body shaking.
Later in the bedroom, he took her from behind on all fours, then missionary with her ankles by her ears, cock hitting her spot every time. They fucked through the night, changing positions, dirty talk nonstop. By morning, both were sore, covered in cum and sweat, already planning the next round.
