Devon and I had such an amazing time together in New Jersey that we couldn’t resist meeting up again in Fort Lauderdale. We got a late start to the evening, so we decided to grab dinner and drinks at Morton’s. We ended up staying so long that the staff started closing the place down around us. Eventually, we made our way back to my place, where I couldn’t keep my hands off Devon. We refilled our glasses a few times before things heated up by the bed. At over six feet tall, Devon is an imposing and stunning woman. Her incredible 36H curves had me completely captivated. I eagerly tried to slip her out of her dress, managing to get it up over her hips as she lay on her back. I lifted her thigh high, revealing her full, inviting pussy. I could’ve gone down on her all night, but we were both too eager to strip down and get to it. Devon flipped me onto my back and climbed on top. The way her slick, meaty pussy gripped my swollen cock felt incredible. She was dripping wet, and the harder I thrust, the slicker she became. Her rock-hard clit pressed against my stomach, driving her wild with pleasure. I flipped her over and started pounding her the way I know she loves—deep and relentless. While I took her from behind, she kept begging me to finish inside her, repeating it over and over, urging me to fill her up. And when I had her in pronebone, she got exactly what she’d been craving.
