Yumi's Lucky Creampie

Yumi strolled over like sin wrapped in pink lips and mischief. Petite, tan, with that sweet brunette hair brushing her shoulders, and a 777 tattoo staring up at me from right between those perky tits. My lucky number, in its natural habitat. I grinned, thinking the universe just popped open a cherry for me. She giggled when I spun her around, but not for long. I grabbed her hips like handles, bent her over, and slid in like I already owned the place. Her little body rocked with each thrust—tight, wet, game. I didn’t go easy. I pumped into that sweet pussy like the jackpot depended on it, skin slapping, her moans getting louder, higher, needier. She begged. Or maybe she just gasped my name. Either way, it worked. I buried myself balls-deep when I came, hips jerking, cock twitching as I filled her up. Warm, sticky, victorious. The tattoo peeked out from under us like it was keeping score.