The sun was setting when I met Marcus at the usual motel. My body was already tingling with anticipation, my pussy throbbing at the thought of what wasn't coming.

"Hey, white girl," he smiled, his white teeth contrasting with his dark skin. "Ready to get fucked for real?"

I nodded, biting my lip. Marcus was everything João wasn't: tall, muscular, well-endowed. And, holy shit, did he know how to fuck me.

We barely got into the room when his hands were already undressing me. His mouth devoured my breasts while his fingers explored my already soaking wet pussy.

"Fuck," he growled. "You're already wet, you slut."

I moaned loudly as he threw me on the bed. His huge cock brushed against my entrance, making me tremble with anticipation.

"Beg," Marcus tried. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Please," I begged, lost in lust. "Fuck me. Tease me." He thrust hard into me, making me scream in pain and pleasure. Each thrust brought me closer to heaven, making me forget everything but that cock filling me. "That's it, fuck," Marcus groaned. "Move on that dick. Show me how much you love black cock." I bucked like a professional whore, feeling every vein, every texture of his cock. I came violently, my body convulsing with pleasure. But Marcus didn't stop. He kept fucking me, making me come again and again until I could barely breathe. "I'm going to fill that pussy with cum," he growled. "Are you going to take my cum to your boyfriend?" The thought made me come again. "Yes," I moaned. "Fill me. I want to feel your cum dripping down my throat." Marcus roared, spurting inside me. I felt his hot sperm flooding me, marking my most intimate territory. Later, as I got dressed to go back to João, I felt a mix of motivation and guilt. What I was doing was wrong. But holy shit, it felt good.

With Marcus' cum still dripping between my thighs, I took the car back home. My heart was racing just thinking about what I was about to do...

The clock read 2 a.m. when I walked into the bedroom, my body still throbbing from my encounter with Marcus. His cum was leaking out of my pussy, an obscene secret that made me tremble with motivation and guilt.

João was waiting for me in bed, his eyes shining with desire. My heart raced. I loved him, but... holy shit, how I wanted him to know. That he had tasted another man in me.

"Come here, hottie," he called, pulling my panties to the side.

I moaned loudly as his fingers touched me, a mix of real pleasure and acting. His tiny cock throbbed against my thigh. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

"I'm so wet," I whispered, riding him. And I was, enchanted by desire and Marcus's cum.

João moaned like an animal as I wiggled. Each movement made the other's cum drip more. It was new. It was naughty. It was the most exciting thing I had ever done.

"I'm going to cum," I screamed, faking an orgasm I'd never had with him. But inside, I was on fire.

João trembled beneath me, his eyes wide with surprise and ecstasy. When it was over, I smiled mischievously, my heart hammering with anticipation.

"Suck me," I ordered. "Clean this pussy all up."

He obeyed like a famous puppy, his tongue lapping up the mixture of fluids. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. Each lick brought me closer to the abyss.

I came for real this time, my body convulsing violently. The idea of ​​João tasting another man without knowing it brought me to an orgasm so intense that I saw stars.

Later, lying next to him, I felt the tears streaming down my face. I loved him. But I loved even more this depraved version of myself that I was discovering.