Took Her Home After Date Night: Ebony FFM Threesome

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Michael and Nicole had been out all evening, hitting their favorite little bar downtown for date night. Nothing fancy—just drinks, some laughs, and a buzz that made everything feel loose. Nicole, curvy and confident in her tight black dress that hugged her thick thighs and ass, kept catching eyes. Michael loved it. He always did. At 6’2″ with dark skin and a build from years at the gym, he wasn’t shy about showing her off.
They met her at the bar. Jasmine. Tall, thick ebony beauty with a short bob, full lips, and a laugh that cut through the music. She was there alone, sipping a rum and coke, scrolling her phone. Nicole started the conversation—casual at first, complimenting her nails, then her dress. Drinks flowed. Jasmine was flirty, touching Nicole’s arm, leaning in close. Michael watched, cock stirring in his jeans as the vibe shifted from friendly to something hotter.
By closing time, Nicole had her hand on Jasmine’s thigh under the table. “You should come back with us,” Nicole said, voice low. “Our place is close.” Jasmine bit her lip, glanced at Michael, then nodded. “Yeah… let’s do it.”
They piled into the Uber, Jasmine in the middle. Hands wandered in the dark backseat. Nicole kissed Jasmine first—soft at first, then deeper, tongues sliding. Michael reached over, squeezed Jasmine’s thick ass through her jeans. She moaned into Nicole’s mouth. The driver pretended not to notice.
Back at their apartment, the door barely shut before clothes started coming off. Living room lights low, TV still on mute from earlier—some late-night rerun flickering blue light across the couch. Nicole’s dress hit the floor. She wore black lace panties that barely covered her full ass. Jasmine peeled off her top, big tits spilling out, dark nipples already hard.
Michael pulled Nicole close, kissing her neck while his hands roamed Jasmine’s curves. “You two look so fucking good,” he muttered. Nicole laughed, a little nervous, a little drunk. “She’s hot, right?” She grabbed Jasmine’s hand, led her to the couch.
They sat Jasmine between them. Nicole kissed her again, slower this time, hands cupping those heavy tits, thumbs brushing nipples. Jasmine gasped. Michael watched for a second, stroking his cock through his pants, then leaned in to suck on Jasmine’s neck. She arched, hand reaching for his zipper.
Pants down, his thick black cock sprang free—long, veiny, already leaking. Jasmine’s eyes widened. “Damn…” Nicole grinned, stroking him slowly. “Told you he’s big.” Jasmine wrapped her fingers around him, pumping while Nicole kissed down her chest, sucking one nipple, then the other.
Nicole slid to her knees first. She pulled Jasmine’s jeans and panties off in one go—revealing a shaved pussy already glistening. Nicole dove in, tongue flat against Jasmine’s clit, lapping slow circles. Jasmine moaned loud, head back, gripping the couch. Michael stood, cock in hand, feeding it to Jasmine’s mouth. She sucked eagerly, sloppy, spit dripping down her chin as she bobbed.
The room filled with wet sounds—Nicole slurping pussy, Jasmine gagging on cock, heavy breathing. Michael pulled out, slapped his dick against Jasmine’s lips. “You want this in you?” Jasmine nodded fast. “Yes… fuck yes.”
They moved to the bedroom quick. Bed unmade, sheets tangled from morning. Nicole pushed Jasmine onto her back, spread her thick thighs wide. Michael knelt between them, rubbing his cockhead against Jasmine’s slick entrance. Nicole straddled Jasmine’s face reverse, lowering her pussy down. “Eat me while he fucks you,” Nicole said, grinding slow.
Jasmine’s tongue flicked out, tasting Nicole’s wet folds. Nicole moaned, rocking her hips. Michael pushed in slow—Jasmine’s pussy tight, gripping him inch by inch. “Fuck… so thick,” she mumbled against Nicole’s clit. He started thrusting, deep and steady, balls slapping her ass. The bed creaked loud.
Nicole leaned forward, kissing Michael while Jasmine ate her out. Hands everywhere—Nicole pinching Jasmine’s nipples, Michael gripping hips, pounding harder. Sweat beaded on skin. The smell of sex mixed with leftover perfume and bar smoke.
They switched. Nicole got on all fours, ass up. Jasmine slid under her in 69, licking Nicole’s pussy while Michael fucked Nicole from behind. His thrusts pushed Nicole’s face deeper into Jasmine. Slapping skin, wet sucking sounds, muffled moans. “Harder,” Nicole gasped. Michael obliged, gripping her hips, slamming in balls-deep.
Jasmine came first—shaking under Nicole, fingers digging into thighs as her pussy clenched around nothing. Nicole followed, grinding down hard, flooding Jasmine’s mouth. Michael pulled out, cock slick and throbbing.
“Both of you… on your knees.” They knelt side by side, mouths open. He stroked fast, grunting. Cum shot in thick ropes—first across Jasmine’s tongue, then Nicole’s cheek, dripping down tits. They kissed messy, swapping his load, tongues tangled.
After, they collapsed laughing, breathless. Nicole wiped cum off her face with a sheet corner. “Shit… oven light’s still on from dinner.” Michael chuckled, pulling up boxers. “Food’s probably burned.” Jasmine grinned, catching her breath. “Worth it.”
They lay there a minute, tangled limbs, TV murmur from the other room. Reality creeping back in—work tomorrow, neighbors maybe hearing. But right now, none of it mattered. Just the afterglow, sticky skin, and the promise of maybe doing it again sometime.