Taxed Pleasure

Jamal ignored her pleas, his cock slowly pushing into her. "This is gonna feel good for you," he said. "Now, you thought you'd come down here and tease some niggas, didn't you? Well, there's a tax on that."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked, slapping her hard across the ass. Samantha yelped, her body tensing as Jamal's cock slid deeper into her. He reached down and grabbed her tiny locked clit and balls, squeezing them in his iron grip. "I'm gonna scramble these little eggs," he said, his voice a growl.

Samantha screamed as Jamal began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with force. She could feel every inch of him, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The pain was intense, but there was a strange pleasure mixed in, a pleasure that made her body ache for more.

Jamal smacked her ass again, his grip on her hair tightening. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned. "Your little ass is squeezing my cock so good."

Samantha could feel her body responding to him, her moans growing louder as he fucked her harder. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

Jamal pulled out of her suddenly, his cock glistening with her juices. "Stand up," he commanded. Samantha obeyed, her body trembling with anticipation. Jamal grabbed her wrist and led her out of the booth, into the hall where others could see.

"Look at this little sissy," he said, his voice loud and proud. "She thought she could tease us, but now she's getting what she deserves."

He pushed her against the wall, his cock pressing against her ass. Samantha moaned, her body aching for him. Jamal smiled, his eyes dark with desire. "You ready for more, baby?" he asked.

Samantha nodded, her body shaking with need. "Yes," she whispered. "Please, give it to me."

Jamal chuckled, his cock sliding back into her with ease. "That's my little slut," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're gonna take every inch of my cock, aren't you?"

Samantha nodded again, her body moving with his, her moans filling the hall. She could feel the pleasure building again, her body aching for release. She could feel Jamal's cock sliding in and out of her, filling her, stretching her. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing, her moans growing louder.