As the sun rises over Los Angeles, a young man wakes up. In his dream someone had been stroking his prick, some dream-figure that morphed between his ex and his side-chick, and as the sunbeams reach his room his eyes open upon a third figure: His girlfriend, halfway through mounting the big, black cock she'd been stiffening while he slept.
Her big brown eyes go wide as she drops her hips upon it, a whimper escaping full lips as she falls upon his engorged male organ. His own face shows only a smile, mere moments from sleep yet casually confident, and he sets to enjoying her sweet Latina body. Her hands steady themselves upon his muscular chest, his hips thrusting up to meet hers, a powerful body as black and hard as ebony striving into one soft and hourglass shaped, the colour and sweetness of brown sugar.
On their lunch break in Bristol, two office workers crush their lips together. A gorgeous girl closes her shining green eyes and leans into the kiss, enjoying strong hands upon her waist and a deft tongue inside her mouth. He's tall, light-haired and handsome; she's equally tall, red-haired and beautiful, with a willowy frame, and pale skin against which lovebites stand out in vivid relief. Her lover breaks the kiss after what feels like forever and plants another mark on her neck, one hand moving to push her thong aside, and then she feels him slip inside her.
The man pushes his work-wife against the wall and their sex is swift and frantic, hips bucking and lips like predator's teeth upon one another's skin. Hands claw at clothing and neat office outfits become mussed and tattered. The girl tries to keep it quiet but she can't, it's impossible, her willpower is no match for his thrusts, so she settles for a kiss when it gets too much, and screams into his mouth.
In Yokohama the sun set hours ago, but that's not stopping anything. In her cheap digs a young student cries out wantonly, kneeling on all fours like a dog on her bed. Her boyfriend is quiet, his deep steady breathing a contrast to his ladylove's shrieks. She raises the roof, ignoring the banging on the walls as her annoyed and jealous neighbours are kept up by their desperate shagging. She'd feel guilty if she didn't feel so good; they've been at it for two hours, counting breaks.
