I yelped and cried in pleasure and shock. Suddenly my instinct had me trying to crawl away but Master X’s strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me...back to him, impaling me onto his huge black cock. Then I felt as if I was being split in half as he slowly and steadily invaded my wet vagina. When he finally completed penetrating me, I could feel the tip off his thick head practically entering my cervix.“Oh my… you are so fucking big, Master X. You are ripping me open…” The huge black guy. "Damn," she thought, "how is this possible?"She brought her hands up from under the bed sheet and touched her shoulders. Nothing, it really didn't hurt or felt any differently than before. She was in awe about this, she knew she could handle the sun rather well, but this, this wasn't normal. She had been sure that by morning, she would be peeling the skin off of her shoulders and her back.More out of curiosity than anything else, she lifted the bed sheet off of her body and looked down at it.. She could feel it up against her cervix. He was grinding it deep into her and in this position, there was nothing she could do but take it. He began to withdraw it only to suddenly plunge it back in. His thrusting started to turn into a jack hammer, slamming into her over and over and over again. Each thrust would push her pussy down onto the rough material of the couch and scrape her love button, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. He was merciless. The pounding kept going. Catherine had to show the object to Maubert, who pouted.- It must have been Monique who put that... thing there. Wait, I'll check the card.The man went to the back shop and came back a few seconds later, with a piece of card in his hand. Catherine was always surprised by the archaism of the antique dealer by not having a digital filing system, but this contributed to the charm of the shop, she thought.- Let's see, he said, putting on glasses. I must admit that we know very little about the.