Clown Trailer Fever: Raw Circus Lust Unleashed

The mini-chapiteau buzzes with laughter. End of semester show. Lights flash, music pounds. My juggling and balance act nails it despite my 1m58 frame and heavy 95C tits bouncing wild. Then Tudorin enters as the clown. Eyes black fire through white makeup. Muscled 1m80 body twists perfect. Laughter erupts. I ache inside. Heart races. He vanishes behind curtain. I slip out. Follow his firm ass up his back to red wig. He gulps water at the bar. I grab a glass. Smile locks eyes. ‘Super number,’ I stammer. ‘Wanna help me wash off in my trailer? You’re a makeup pro, gorgeous.’ Arm in arm, we dash to his tiny roulotte. Narrow bed. Mirror table. Two chairs. He sits. Unbuttons costume top. Matte chest gleams, muscled, light fur. Cotton soaked in milk wipes white from eyes. I stand behind, breath hot on neck. Hands precise. Lips edge clean. ‘Let me help,’ I whisper. Face to face. Eyes burn. Wipe forehead. Then lips. Inches close. Touch. Kiss deep, hungry. Tongues tangle. Hands cradle my face. Electricity shoots spine. Fingers rip his buttons. Mouth devours neck, shoulders, chest. Sweat-musk scent hits raw. Manly, primal. Unbutton blouse. Red lace bra spills tits. He unhooks. Grabs heavy breasts. Squeezes. Dives in. Tongue lashes nipples. They harden steel. Tingles explode. Scoops me to bed. Over me. Heavy. Hands roam. Skirt falls. Red string at knees. Gone. Naked. Exposed. Fingers tease bush, wet lips. Dip in slow. Juice coats. Probes deep. Walls clench. Mine stroke his cock through costume. Free it. Thick, reasonable. Stroke soft. He stands. Sheds clown suit. Naked god. Muscles taut. Kneel. Pull foreskin. Red head gleams, pre-cum bead. Tongue flicks frenulum. Swallow whole. Sweat taste from show. Irresistible. Suck deep. Hand on nape urges harder. Balls knead. Fingers graze ass crack, rim hole. Moans feed me. ‘Fuck me. Need you inside.’ Legs spread wide. Pussy throbs empty. He mounts. Crushes down. Thrusts home. Fills me. Balls slap wet. Pounds savage. Head buries tits. Bites nipples. I claw back. Squeeze ass. Pulls wig off. Sweat beads forehead. ‘Keep the nose! Turns me on!’ He roars. Hips frenzy. Deeper. Legs hook waist. Bed shakes. Breath gasps. Grips thighs. Ruts brutal. Clown tames beast. Me. Submission total. Cock burns core. He tenses. Rages out. Floods hot. Collapses aside. Panting. I’m sated but crave more. Kiss trail chest, abs, navel. Reach limp cock. Taste cum-salt. Suck gentle. Lick balls. Stroke shaft. Hardens fast. Too big now. Deep throat. Mouth-fuck rising. Finger rims ass bolder. Push in. Wrist pumps. Pace races. He bucks. Deep groan. Spurts hit throat. Face paints white ropes. Shudders wrack him. Crawl up. Wink. Kiss lips. Snatch red nose. Pop on mine. ‘Your turn to clean me.’ Skin still scorches. Hearts sync slow. Unique blaze etched forever.