“Ooh yes, nigga! Damn that dick is big!”“You like how I’m fuckin’ this pretty ass?”“Yes, sir! Yes, Daddy!”“It’s good and tight. Da...n! It’s gettin’ wet too!”“You’re fuckin’ me so good, baby! Give it to me!”Art came deep inside Marquess. They chilled for about an hour and went at it again. Art had avoided that particular restaurant since that very day.They arrived the designated location. Art showed Laurent inside and introduced him to a couple of guys waiting for the next meeting.A little over. “You want to be on top?” he asked softly.“Can I?” she gasped.“Yes,” he said.Her hands slipped out of the ropes and he helped with her feet. She got on her hands and knees as he scooted under her. Almost frantically, she squatted, and sank down on him. Immediately she leaned forward, dangling a pear shaped breast in his face, and her hips went crazy, moving her clit against the base of his prick.She couldn’t get enough, moving unceasingly through four orgasms, moaning and crying and kissing him,. As I entered, I noted that it was quite crowded, though a few spots were still available. However, what immediately caught my eye was the attractive brunette sitting by herself at the table next to the sugar stand by the entrance. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with white lettering of a local yacht club, short gray Ohio State workout shorts revealing toned legs, and flip-flops. She was quite obviously in her early twenties. She had all the appearances of being completely wrapped up in what. He has been seeing her for years, ever since I was in hospital, now I don’t give a fuck anymore. I can see that I can still turn some people on, especially you. Now come over here’. I got closer to her, as soon as I was within reach she leant over and pulled down my pants. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, then leaned forward and licked the tip of my hard cock. Then took the length of my shaft into her mouth, I reached down and held the back of her head and began to rock my hips, fucking.