She was still in her pajama, white with small flowers, she had a wonderful smile and her eyes were shining blue in the morning light. I entered the do...r and smelled her coffee in the air. She let me in her kitchen to give me a cup while she prepared herself. She had a small but warm house, so as soon as I was alone I started to look around. I didn’t know if she left her bedroom door open intentionally, but it was open. A quick glimpse inside revealed me she was taking off her pajama trousers,. To-o-o-o... cu-u-u-..." and her final word broke into an elaborate moan as I felt her pussy contract around my cock. I pushed deeper into her, as far as I could go, fighting against her squeezing orgasm.I pulled my hand back up and I could smell the delicious aroma of her cunt on my fingers. I licked them, and it tasted better than I thought possible, salty and sweet and bitter and savory all at once. Like the best parts of a seven course meal in one drop.Her nails dug deeper into my back as. Grabbing the neck of her nightshirt, he ripped it open down to her waist, the as she lifted her arms to cover her breasts, he tore open the rest of it.Mary gasped as he tore her shirt open, stunned she just covered herself as best she could.“wtf” she exclaimed, trying to gather her torn shirt back together.His hands forced Mary's legs open, she tried to stop him but his strength was beyond her. One hand fought him as her other tried to hold her shirt together.He knelt down in front of her now. He wasn't wrong ... About the meaning of her ring, about the way she'd reacted in class, none of it. And when he asked his question ... She nodded. "Yes," she said softly, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I am." The older black male slid his hand down the front of her panties, giving her swollen pink nub direct attention as he rubbed harder. "Felicia ... You know instinctively your white boyfriend will never ... Ever give you what you need now that you've observed real men." The professor.