Biting your bottom lip, thrusting your hips into me, urging me on. I undo your trousers, pulling them over your hips down your thighs. My finger nail... scratching down your legs, your left hand in my hair tugging, your right still playing with your nipple. Finally your trousers are down to your ankles, I kneel down my hands pushing your legs further apart. Your hips thrusting towards my face, your hand pulling me toward your cunt. I manage to get away from your forceful grip in my hair, moving. In comparison, white men seem almost effeminate to me now.And I do love James. James brings out the slut in me that I didn't know existed. That really has surprised me. It feels perfectly natural to let myself go with him and just do anything that he wants.The idea of worshipping four or five big black cocks at the same time really gets me wet too. I was seriously considering telling James that I wanted to entertain his friends for the bachelor party he's planning.My new life also makes my. I was responding her about my previous work and what I am doing at present. While she was talking to me, I was checking her out. Her boobs are not that big, but I would say a bit over medium. It is kind of saggy, yet not like the saggy ones of old ladies. I could see her hips so white that my dick was right up.I felt uncomfortable but did not show that to her. On talking to me, she opened the door of the guest house. Since it was not used for some time, it needed some cleaning. There was a. She pulled her feet, one at a time, onto the couch and removed her socks. Then she tugged at her shirt, trying to pull it from her waistband. John reached around and pulled it loose and over her head. Kelly removed it and laid it on the couch. Then she stood in front of John and wrestled her snug jeans downs to her knees. John leaned forward and gripped the bottom of each leg of her jeans as Kelly extracted her legs one at a time from them.John was mesmerized as Kelly reached behind her back.