Keep Out

Keep Out starring Black Angel & Fanta Sie kicks off with Black Angel searching for her roommate, Fanta Sie. The house is unusually quiet as Angel moves down the hallway, the only sound is her own soft footsteps. But just as she nears Fanta’s room, the unmistakable sound of moans catches her attention, muffled but undeniable. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she pauses, leaning closer to the door, which hangs slightly ajar. With a glance inside, Angel’s breath catches in her throat—there, in the dim light, lies Fanta, naked and completely absorbed in her own pleasure. Her hand moves rhythmically over a thick, hard futa cock, while her perfect tits bounce with every stroke.

Angel’s eyes are glued to the sight, her own body reacting to the sensual scene playing out in front of her. She knows she shouldn’t watch, but the allure is too strong. Slipping a hand into her own panties, she starts to touch herself, the thrill of voyeurism adding to her arousal. Her breathing gets heavier as she watches Fanta’s cock throb and swell, but she’s so caught up in the moment that she doesn’t notice Fanta’s eyes flick open.

In an instant, their gazes lock. Fanta’s lips curl into a mischievous smile as she catches Angel red-handed. Before Angel can react, Fanta reaches out, grabs her wrist, and pulls her forcefully into the room. The door slams shut behind them, trapping them in a world of shared, forbidden desire. Fanta’s expression turns from teasing to commanding as she pushes Angel down to her knees, her grip firm and unrelenting. Without saying a word, Fanta guides Angel’s head towards her pulsing cock, the heat radiating from it making Angel’s mouth water.

There’s no hesitation—Fanta shoves her cock deep into Angel’s mouth, fucking her face with intense, primal need. Angel’s eyes water as she gags, but the discomfort only fuels the moment, the sounds of slurping and moaning filling the room. Fanta’s hand tangles in Angel’s hair, holding her in place, thrusting deeper and harder. The pace builds until Fanta’s breathing grows ragged, and with a shuddering cry, she erupts, thick streams of cum pouring down Angel’s throat. The warm, sticky liquid spills from Angel’s lips as she pulls back, gasping for air, but the hunger in her eyes tells a different story—she’s not satisfied yet.

In a fluid motion, Angel strips away her clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor. Her skin glistens with sweat, her nipples hard with anticipation. With a wicked grin, she straddles Fanta’s lap, taking the hard cock deep inside her wet pussy, moaning at the feeling of fullness. They move together, their lips crashing into a heated, sloppy kiss, tongues exploring hungrily as Fanta grips Angel’s hips, driving deeper into her. The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, their desperate moans mingling.

Suddenly, Fanta’s eyes narrow with determination. She lifts Angel effortlessly, spinning her around and pressing her down against the study table, the cold surface sending a shock through Angel’s overheated body. Angel gasps as Fanta spreads her legs wide, plunging her cock deep inside with a force that makes the table creak. Each thrust is more intense than the last, Angel’s fingers clawing at the edges of the table as she’s driven to the edge. Her eyes roll back, her legs quivering, and with a scream, she squirts hard, soaking Fanta’s thighs with her release.

But Fanta isn’t finished. The thrill of dominating Angel pushes her further, and with a few more rough, powerful strokes, she reaches her own climax. Pulling out just in time, she grips her cock tightly, stroking it rapidly. Cum sprays in thick, hot ropes, covering Angel’s heaving chest, her face, and even pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. The sheer volume leaves Angel dripping, her body glistening with the evidence of their raw, intense encounter.