You were having an online discussion with a fellow Playmate fan, discussing your all-time favourite Playmate, the sweet Black Playmate of June 1996, Karin Taylor. Of all the beautiful Playboy Playmates, that dark exotic Karin Taylor is the one that makes your white boy’s cock throb the most. You were discussing how good Playmates look in lingerie. But you were thinking about Karin. Your online friend noted, “Indeed, black lingerie on a beautiful woman literally commands her man to slip his very hard cock between her legs, stuff her pussy full of his heat, and squirt every last hot stream of cum into her fluttering pussy until she is filled to the brim, all the while she wraps those stocking dressed legs tightly around his sex-sweat drenched back.”

God, you thought, it would be great to see new pictures of Karin in black lingerie. Well, your wish was answered. One spring morning you arrived at the studio early. You thought you would have a look at the official Playboy Web site and see if any new photos were posted of your favourite Playmate. You were stunned. “Oh, God!” is all you could gasp.

Eighteen rare and never-before published photos of sweet, sexy Karin Taylor were added to her own “Before They Were Playmates” gallery. There she was. And the photos were in the order of a deliriously sensual tale of seduction––and hot lovemaking. The last images evoked one’s ecstatic hot release of cum into her beautiful, squirming body. In these images, Karin was in the bedroom, in but her lingerie and sheer black stockings. How delicious she looked: Hovering bedside, she enticingly slips off everything but her bustier and her sheer black stockings. She lies back on the bed, as if in a trance; she is inviting you in. What a sight. A sweet Black Playmate, wearing wicked black stockings that cling to her long and shapely legs. There’s more. She sports a bustier that pushes up her big, dark, and fantastic tits. She awaits you and the onslaught of your hungry mouth and tongue. She brings her stocking-covered legs up, as if to cross her pretty feet above your pumping ass. And then her eyes shut, as if her beautiful pussy opens wide to drink in squirt after hot squirt of your cum.

Each photo captured the moist, satiny texture of Karin’s café mocha skin. You were instantly insane with desire. You would risk downloading those pictures, every one of them, on the studio’s colour printer. You would somehow make it through the day. You would somehow make it until the evening. Then you would take her. You wanted her that much!

Throughout the day your thoughts turned into a desperate need to lay down with Karin, climb on top of her, and pump her pussy silly. You needed a fix, a Playmate fix. You need to score. You had to slip between her long legs and thrust your cock deep into her steamy, sultry slit. You needed to get high by writhing with her and into her. You needed that rush; in that final, frantic thrust, you would bury your White cock in her sweet Black cunt, and as deep that cunt could handle that cock, too. Your dick would swell. It would bulge dangerously. It would throb. And then the rush of that hot dose; your cock would jerk uncontrollably. It would pulse wildly. With every hard contraction and sweet tingle, your cock would forcibly squirt hot cum into Karin’s loving pussy. Before she could even catch her breath, Karin’s sweetly writhing body would be full of your scalding, sperm-filled semen.

Oh, what a fix.

Hot. Karin Taylor had you so very hot. Your all-time favourite Playmate, your Playmate addiction, had you dreaming and trembling in anticipation of her, that fix. And all through the day, all you could think of was how large, how firm, how inviting Karin Taylor’s big, beautiful tits, and brown taut nipples really are. You secretly peeked at your downloaded goodies: “Legs.” And you could see how those skin-tight, black stockings coloured Karin Taylor’s long, shapely legs. You peeked again. “Vagina.” And all through the gathering hell of Playmate withdrawal pains, you couldn’t escape the vision of heaven, Karin Taylor’s exquisite, dark, and full pussy bush. Playmate heaven, oh such a heaven: a perfect pussy vee between firm, perfect thighs; the bristly, lush mat of dark black pussy bush to welcome your cock; savory, sweet, love lips to pierce and inject the juice of lust so deep into her fertile cunt canal. It was all there in those pictures. You had to have her. God, you had to have her.

That’s what looking at her new pictorial did. Those images from Playboy’s “Before They Were Playmates” photos just drew you in with the promise: Karin’s Jamaican beauty; her full lips; Karin’s big, brown Playmate tits; her perfect, hard thighs; her bushy, sweetly shaped Jamaican pussy vee. Karin Taylor’s exotic, satin-dark complexion was the café to your steamy lait. “Olé et mon Dieux, comme dissent les Espagnols,” your tongue twisted all talk, like a Spanish sheep bleating in Greek. How could it be otherwise? How sexy it is when Karin invites you to “join” her in bed. In another image, she lies on the bed for you, totally nude. In yet another, she thrusts her hot, round ass up; then she peels her sexy-assed self right out of that hot lingerie, offering her prescription for pleasure: a sweet smile, luscious lips, big hot Playmate tits, long, shapely legs, and a luxurious, lush pussy for the taking. Oh, God. You were really out of control, now. It felt so good.

But then there is her uncut, never-before-released 20-minute Playboy TV Profile; you are such the Playmate junkie, you had to record it off of Playboy TV. It’s a dream. A reverie. It’s all too much. Karin Taylor looks incredible in it. So real. So Close. So hot.

She swims nude. She dances the salsa, nude. Karin takes you to her bedroom. Hot. She slips off her nightie. Hotter. She slides on to the bed, nude, on her tummy. Sexy. You see those long, hot legs. So good. You see her hot, hard, round ass. Amazing. She will show you everything, as she writhes on that bed, nude, as if to encourage your thrusting your cock to bang in and out of her luscious, wet pussy. Oh, yes. Indeed, it is just the scene your online friend described, “ She is wearing nothing. Nothing. Karin is nude. She is all sweet, soft brown skin, long legs, bold pussy bush, and big tits, with taut nipples; she is served up like a feast.”

You contacted your online friend, with whom you freely and admit your Playmate scenarios––and real-life romantic encounters––so honestly, so forthrightly. But you were almost afraid to admit just how hungry, how hot, yes, how agonizingly horny you were at that moment for Karin. You admitted that a “deep review” of Karin was “likely” to happen. Liar. What a liar you were when you went online. In those photos, Karin was just begging you to crawl on top of her, lower your body onto her, spread her legs, slip your very hard dick into her, and then fuck her, yes fuck her and fuck her until you filled her sweetly squirming, moist café mocha body. And when you were done, Karin would by lying there nude, on the bed, her big tits still bare, and her pussy filled with gobs of your hot sticky goo. You were going crazy.

You revealed to your friend your intentions about Karin Taylor, but as discretely as possible. You didn’t reveal how Karin Taylor was making you feel at that very moment: Helpless. Hungry. Hot. You passed on the nasty Playmate scenario to your online friend. You rounded up the courage and at least admitted to your friend that if ever you might have had a “pressing need” to “review” Karin Taylor’s “beautiful invitations” in some “depth,” it was today. Now. Right this instant. And you would do it to those new, hot bedroom scenes.

But even that was an understatement. No, a lie. The truth? Karin had you trembling with passion. And it was still only the morning. You were desperate to spurt for her, but it would have to wait.

But your online friend called your bluff. You had to face the facts. You had a grave responsibility. You had to see the light. A laser-guided bomb followed your hapless flight, delivering the devastation known simply as, “the truth.” This is what your online friend said:

“How deep, in relative terms, can a ‘review’ of Karin be? Can you imagine fucking Karin halfway? Can you imagine having the opportunity of fucking her and failing to ram you cock into her pussy, imbedding it to its hilt, slamming it hard against her cunt? That being understood, a DEEP REVIEW is most appropriate, but to CUM for Karin is even better. I will look forward to your expert analysis.”

Oh, my God, you thought. It’s done. You were on fire. You admitted it to yourself. You were burning up for Karin. You could feel the hot cum building up in your balls, as your cock throbbed mercilessly for release into Karin Taylor’s hot, wet pussy, and to that very bedroom narrative. Your friend threw down the Law––-the Law you had no choice but to obey. Now you would pursue it with a mad, unerring passion. It would be done. “Oh, God, Karin,” you vowed, “Tonight I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to coat your pussy in cum. I’m going to fill you up with my sperm until your taut, brown belly is plump with my White baby.”

End of the day arrived. Finally, thank God, finally. You raced home with your treasure of sexy Karin’s bedroom vignettes. You were aflame. Dangerously out of control, you found yourself inside the safety of your sequestered sanctuary, your home. You were “jonesing” in a Playmate withdrawal, so you prepared for your fix. Karin’s very sexy June 1996 Playboy pictorial was soon on the bed. How did it get there so quickly? You put it there, didn’t you. It was opened right up to her perfection, her allure, and her maddeningly hot images. But, hey, you were already preparing to cop. Spread out on your bed were those new photos of her that you downloaded this morning. You put them there, and right away, didn’t you. You gazed heatedly. Those hot black stockings, leading right up her thighs and toward her… “Oh, God, Karin, Oh, God, Karin,” you moaned like a true Playmate addict. “Shoot that love, shoot that love in her,” were the commands pounding deep in your brain. “Deep review?” You knew what that meant. That’s when the toy cunt––the anatomically perfect, simulated vagina bought just for such an occasion––appeared on the bed, and almost right away, too. You bought that toy twat. You put it right on the bed. Wow. You were going to go all the way tonight. Karin’s hot Playboy TV video suddenly was lodged in the VCR. So many ways to get that Karin Taylor fix, you thought, and all so good, so hot, too.

But first, it had to be by Karin’s new bedroom scenario. After all, it was too hot, too perfect, too high grade a drug to pass up for a true Playmate addict. What a scenario the downloaded images conjured: There she is. She’s in her lingerie for you, just you. She is so alluring in her see-through bra, her black stockings, and in her tight bustier. Just the thought brings it all back: The rage to spot trains pounds ever louder through your head. Your mouth is completely dry. Your heart is racing as if you are running the marathon. But in a way, you will.

It was funny. While your mouth was now as dry as bleached whalebone, the toy vagina was filled to the brim with its heated and now slippery, hot lube. Oh, yes. With that heated cream poured into the love tunnel, the toy cunt becomes just perfect for a very, very real pounding, and oh, yes, a very, very real fucking of Karin Taylor. You couldn’t wait to do it. You couldn’t wait to fuck the tan out of sweet Karin Taylor.

Now those new pictures were all on the bed. That’s how the story begins. What sinewy, shapely legs she has, wrapped in naughty black stockings. What huge, sexy tits, pushed up and out for you by that bustier. Oh, God. Look how Karin pushes that pussy right up, her eyes half-shut in concentration and bliss, her mouth open in a gasp. Karin’s attire doesn’t say, “Make love to me”; Karin’s poses don’t say, “I want you inside of me.” Karin’s bedroom photos, laid out in order of the story, don’t say at all, “I need you.”

In these new photos, in but her black stockings, in her bustier, on her back, nude on the bed, Karin Taylor says only one thing: “Fuck me.”

Your shirt and undershirt came off. Your pants were torn right off, too. You were now stripped down to your briefs. They were tight. They were slinky. They are the hold-all, squeeze-all, cover nothing jock-type briefs. And they would all too clearly show Karin the outline of your swollen cock and balls.

You were barely in control. What could you do? Look at Karin. Look at her big and moist cocoa Playmate tits bursting out of her bra. That really did it. Your rock-hard, hotly twitching dick was now pulsing angrily, bursting to thrust through those skimpy briefs. Your heart was pounding. Your breathing, broken and jagged. In the cool of your nakedness, everything burned and sizzled, shrouding all in steam, sulfur, and suffering. You were in the hell of Playmate fever. It felt like heaven.

Your bed was the alter upon which your passion would play for the heat and horniness of Karin’s fertile sanctuary. “Oh, God, Karin,” you moaned, “ This time it’s…too…hot, just too, too hot.” “Forgive him not,” your febrile thoughts intoned, “For he knoweth exactly what he does.”

Your cock had stiffened up so hard. It stretched your skimpy briefs until they were taut. Looking at Karin made your twitching cock want to split those tiny briefs and be nourished by and in turn nourish Karin’s beautiful brown pussy. The calm of the moment became desperation in seconds. You wanted to cum.

Karin had you so on fire with her bedroom strip tease. You started making the pumping motions. “Look at that picture!” your impatient dick demanded. “Karin is lying back on the bed, her stocking wrapped legs rubbing together before she parts her legs. She has you drenched in sweat.” Your dick was right. Karin made you so excited that you were in real danger of blasting your cum right there, into your own tight, skimpy briefs, even before you stripped nude. An impatient cock had other plans, though. This wouldn’t be lovemaking. This wouldn’t be a toying with your sweet and favourite Playmate. Your cock and your mind were now one. Together, you were going to fuck Karin Taylor. You were going to fuck her wildly. You were going to pummel Karin Taylor’s pussy silly, as you never had before.

Right on the bed, those images of Karin Taylor were making it happen. As her bra and panties slipped off, so did your last vestige of modesty and manners. You tore those tight, tiny briefs right off of your body. Your cock pointed straight out, very hard, very hungry, and so very horny. You were frantic to get inside Karin’s vagina.

Karin Taylor was now all but nude before you. You were nude for her, too. In the pictures, on your bed and in your febrile dream, she was writhing, nude before you, inviting you, commanding you, begging you to fill her womb with torrents of your loving cum. That’s when your throbbing cockhead hungrily rubbed the wet, warm opening of the toy cunt. Now, in the dream, Karin Taylor’s hot, wet pussy was being prepared for its forced opening. You rubbed the wet and warm lips of that toy cunt with your dick. It had become the sweet mouth of Karin’s very real, very sublime pussy. You were getting ready to pierce and plunge into a pussy. Karin’s cunt was hot and creamy. Yet, she seemed to want you to go slow. “Too, bad my sweet, sweet love, too bad,” your dick responded, dripping your hot, sticky pre-cum to prove its point. You agreed. You pressed your very hungry dick against the wet portals of that lovely pussy in solidarity with your solid cock.

And then you thrust in.

The minute the rubbery head of your penis slipped inside that love tunnel, the charge began. Nothing would stop it. You pushed in deeper. Oh the tingles of having your dick engulfed. You couldn’t wait any longer. With that sudden hard thrust, your cock slid down and all the way in. How good it felt for the cock to be swallowed up into the fleshy folds of a hot, wet love tunnel.

Right there, in the photo, on your bed, Karin seemed to sigh in pain–––and bliss. She wanted so for you to be gentle and patient. She started to ask you to wait, to go slow. But as you thrust in hard, she gasped, “Oooooo…Ungggggh!” The hot Playmate commanded you to do it what would be done: “ Oh, fuck me! Pound it, oh, pound my pussy, fuck my cunt so good!” You gasped. You drew back. You thrust it right back in, again, balls deep. You could feel a cum was building. It was going to be an explosive cum, you could tell. So, you thrust forward, and hard. You jammed your hard dick into that soft pussy. As Karin lay before you in her “CUM-FUCK-ME” lingerie, it happened. Your cock ran right through the luscious lips and fuckable folds. It pumped right into that soft, slippery slit. Your dick began prodding her cervix to prepare Karin’s warm womb for your wanton wads of scalding cum.

“Oh, God, Karin, Oh, God, Karin,” you moaned helplessly. It felt that good. It felt that sexy. It felt that hot. It felt that wicked. You penis wanted to spasm and spurt with every inch it forged, stuffed, and slid toward the very bottom of that slithery slit.

You began to pump away. Hard. Deep. All the way in. All the way out. In and out. In and out. In and out. “Oh, God sweetie,” you groaned. You were fucking the living daylights out of that sweetie, that busty Black Playmate, Karin Taylor.

She had you groaning and gasping. No wonder. Karin Taylor’s hot pussy was now stuffed full with your hard, bulging dick. Your cock tingled. Your dick shivered. Your hard wood quivered. This was the hottest fantasy fuck, ever. It was too real. That’s because Karin Taylor was now writhing, with her long legs spread apart. In your mind’s eye, and in the picture, she lifted her legs up. She began to rub your sides with those sexy stocking-painted legs. Karin was encouraging you to pump her pussy.

The feel of stockings scratching your sides itched, but in a very sexy way. Karin was now gasping, too. She was telling you to fuck her, oh God, just fuck her. You did. The sound of her wet pussy sloshing and slurping made your dick tingle uncontrollably.

You grunted, “Ohhhh Christ, Karin, I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it. I’m think gonna cum!” Karin hissed, “Oh let it happen, let it happen…Ohh, honey, honey…Fill me up!” She thrust one leg and then the other high; she spread them wide in the air. She moaned, “Oooooo….Look!”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw her black, stocking-wrapped legs flung wide and taut, like a hot “V,” right up and into the air. And then you saw her point and curl her toes. Your cock was playing her pussy into the soaring aria of orgasm. Your cock conducted. Your balls were the bass. What a sight it must have been. You were nude and hypnotized before the pictures of a hot, nude Playmate. Those pictures were placed in order of the action, and right on your bed. You were on that bed, too. As you gazed and grunted, your sex-drenched loins pistoned, pumped, and plundered Karin Taylor’s pussy. You were fucking that toy cunt full of your cock while looking at Karin’s pictures. It felt so good.

Your tumid balls hunched up for the impending explosion. Your dick pounded away deep inside that hot, creamy cunt. Your dick was a battering ram, banging and butting into that Black Playmate’s slippery wet slit. Your dick was a dam cracking at the seams, ready to unleash a flood. You rammed it into Karin’s pussy, faster and faster, fucking her so good. You had given in and surrendered, totally. A very happy cock continued its feverish work. In and out and in and out your dick was pounding. God what a high. That Playmate was making your rubbery cockhead tingle, throb, and tremble for a massive cock explosion. “It’s all too much…Oooooo, Ms. Karin Taylor, sweet Ms. Karin Taylor,” was the way you told her you were about to cream her cunny to the brim.
You were moaning too loudly. Your balls reared up silently. Molten jizz rushed into your dick, even before the cum rush hit you. You were fucking Karin Taylor without restraint. Karin cried out, “It’s so, so good, honey…Make your big White dick fill my Black pussy with your cum! Oh, do it…I need it…oh, we both need it! Do it! You’ll make us both cum!” You would do just that. You were nude and doing it, good: Pumping that pussy. Pummeling that cunt. Fucking Karin Taylor’s vagina into that oblivion where a Playmate junkie must go. You were doing it. You were doing it. Finally, oh, God, finally, your cock was flying in and out of that dusky venus’s vagina!

It was indescribably good. And as your cock bulged, quivered, and tingled evermore to a huge cock explosion, as that toy pussy---Karin Taylor’s stand-in pussy--- slurped and sloshed and sucked on your plunging cock, a blissful turmoil in the balls began to rage. You started talking dirty to Karin. You said nasty things. Filthy things. You hissed and whined about loving to fuck her, wanting to cum on her tits, splatter her belly button, spurt on her ass checks. But most of all, you wanted to fuck her cunt until her pussy lips were loose, her love tunnel was wet with jizz, and your cum was dripping down her thighs. Nasty. Filthy. Hot.

“God,” you thought in the most distant recess of your mind, “Those pictures are so sexy, laid out to tell the whole story. Oh, Karin, they make it, no…you make it so good.”

And then right there in the pictures, Karin Taylor brought her legs up. She takes the pummeling of your dick deep into her slippery vaginal pouch. “God, yeah. OH, GOD, yeah Karin,” you whimper helplessly. And then you give in. You groan in sweet agony, one more time, “Oh, Karin! I can’t hold it any longer!! You’re going to make me cum!!” Your Playmate squirmed wickedly, and groaned sweetly, “OH, YES, LET IT HAPPEN. I CAN FEEL IT. YOU’RE GOING TO FILL ME UP…YOU’RE GOING TO FILL MY PUSSY UP WITH CUM BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT! SHOW ME YOU LOVE MY PUSSY! YOU’LL MAKE ME CUM TOO, OHHHH, DO IT! PLEASE DO IT! FILL ME UP…CUMMMMM!” She raised her legs up and wrapped them tightly around your waist. Her cunt was sucking your dick like a very warm mouth.

One more look at Karin in her lingerie would make you explode. You looked. It happened. She made you cum.

Karin felt it all. Your big cock suddenly bulged. It began to throb crazily in the juicy grip of her pussy. You groaned, “Now, baby, I’m cumming! Now!" A heat slammed into your dick like the crack of savage lightning. And then you erupted. Hard contractions in your cock forced hot cum to squirt into Karin’s cunt. You screamed. “OH…Karin!! It’s …OOOOOOO!!” More white hot cum squirted in hard pulses. Soft waves of sweet pleasure rippled violently over you, from the tip of your jerking dick to the depths of your pounding brain. In slow motion, your dick shrank and then swelled even bigger. In the rush of a second, another load of your hot stuff hammered away. After that scalding squirt of cum, your cock squirted yet another gooey load of hot fluid, and another and another. Your whole body trembled with ecstasy. You moaned desperately. Your cock happily jizzed Karin’s love tunnel.

She gasped and yelped with every pulse of cum her pussy swallowed. She felt every one of your white-hot bullets of cum pelting her cervix. She moaned ecstatically with every splatter of jizz coating her womb. Her cunt swallowed every pearl of man goo your cock fed her. Her arms and legs squeezed you to her, as your chest pressed her big tits flat. And then dessert was over. It ended sweetly.

You floated back to earth to be greeted with the violent twitching of your cock, embedded deep in that toy vagina. It was happily squirting the last of your hot load for Karin Taylor. It continued until your balls were empty. Your dick shrank in exhaustion. It was spent. You lifted your heavy eyelids. The world returned, if not your senses. Your dick was still jammed right into that toy cunt. It had been filled it to the brim with cum for Karin. The first things you saw were those sexy pictures of Karin Taylor, spread out on the bed and right before your sleepy eyes. Every picture did tell a story. The last picture was of Karin, lying back, calm. Of course she was happy; her pussy was full of your sperm.

Drenched in sex sweat, you collapsed; you sunk low, relieved and satiated. Wow. That was incredible. You fucked the colour right out of that sweet Black Playmate.

You lay there, recovering. How nice it would be to feel Karin, totally nude, her sweet café mocha skin against your skin, her long, bare arms and legs wrapped around you as you lovingly slid your hardened dick between her legs, and through the slippery folds of her hot, wet, and dusky pussy. How hot it would be to pump yet another steamy load of goo deep into her womb.

Your head felt light as the clouds. But your body was as heavy as lead. You couldn’t pull your dick out of the pussy. It began to fall back, shrinking bit by bit, a spent cock’s revenge. The hot, wet pussy walls felt less tight. Then you noticed those really hot images of Karin from her June 1996 Playboy pictorial, lying open on the bed. Oh, those long, long brown legs of hers. Those incredible tits. Her drenched, nude body. Her open, inviting pussy. Strangely, you felt the wet pussy walls, again. They felt really hot. They felt really tight. You moved to get a closer view of Karin’s statuesque sweetness. That’s when you noticed that your dick had unfurled and filled every inch of that steamy, moist love tunnel. You were hard as steel, but hot as a just-shot pistol. The more you looked at Karin’s nakedness, the more your tummy warmed. The more you looked at Karin’s big shapely thighs, the tighter your asshole constricted. The more you looked at Karin’s big, slippery-wet tits and hard, dark nipples, the more your balls inflated. The more you looked at Karen’s big, wet pussy and its slick, sexy pussy lips peeking through their brown and bristly cunt bush, the more your cock throbbed and twitched. No wonder. Once again, you began thrusting your cock in and out. You were fucking that now cum-filled toy cunt. In your sex-stewed thoughts, Karin Taylor’s hot wet pussy was preparing to get another helping of your sperm-heavy sauce. Oh, God.

And that’s when Karin spread her legs wide and looked down between her big brown tits to see your shaft pumping in and out of her pretty pink pussy. That’s when you could see her big moist boobs bob and sway, before you took them into your mouth; that’s when you could hear Karin Taylor moaning into your mouth, as you French kissed each other furiously, “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me,” over and over again.

This made you fuck faster. That made her writhe on your plunging dick. This made her roll her ass around and around. That made you pound deeper and deeper. This made her thrust her ass up off of the bed, squirming and wiggling as your cock pounded into her wickedly tight twat. She moaned, over and over again. Her cunt teased and tortured the jizz back out of your balls. Karin lifted her legs up high and spread them wide in a “V” for her pussy vee. Her toes curled tightly. Her yelps became screams of pleasure. Unbelievably, another hot surge swept up from your legs, over your ass, down your cock, and into your brain. Your Playmate felt your cock swelling. Karin wrapped her long brown legs around your back, her pretty feet crossing over your pumping ass. She was going to make sure that your man juice was safe in her womb. Her cunt was going to suck every pearl of your cock candy the moment it began splattering into her vagina’s wide open mouth.

Just then, you glanced upon the image of Karin’s giving you that “Oooo...CUM NOW” gasp, and all from the pages of her Playboy pictorial. She looked so good. You just wanted to tell her, “God. Karin Taylor. You are so beautiful.” At that moment, your penis burrowed in to her womb, as deep into that cunt as a cock could possibly go. You opened your mouth to tell Karin what you had to say. A violent surge of sweet feeling swept up your balls and into your dick. Now was the time to tell Karin that she was the most beautiful of Playboy’s Playmates. You didn’t. All you could say was:

“Karin!!! UNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!”

That’s when your second load of scalding cum balls started squirting mercilessly deep into Karin Taylor’s cum-packed cunt. It felt so good. It felt so sexy. You really gooed that Black Playmate’s cunt canal. Your cock spurted hotly. It plastered Karin Taylor’s cunt with another sticky coating of white hot cum. God. She made it feel so good. Your cock blasted every drop of your juice into her. A flash. A sweet pulsing high. Peace.

When you awoke, you had collapsed. Your cock had slipped out of Karin’s hot, steamy pussy. It slipped out of that toy cunt, too. You opened your eyes. You were drained. But you were really happy. In her Playboy pictorial, Karin Taylor giggled contentedly right back at you. Wow. That was worth the wait. That was the best fantasy fuck ever. Pictures of Playmate Karin Taylor and a toy vagina make for a fantastic fantasy fuck. It seems so close, so hot, and oh, so real. The next time, you would watch her Playboy TV video profile while pounding the pussy. Imagine watching Karin Taylor come to life, nude, right before your eyes. Your cock twitched again.

Why was that? Because you couldn’t wait to goo her vagina, time and time again. Guess what, neither could Karin.