I proceeded and inserted it in one go. She shouted slowly. I said that she can shout and moan. I asked her to feel free and enjoy. She nodded her head... I started giving deep and hard strokes. After few strokes, she started moaning and I felt happy. I caught her waist, fucked her very fast. She is shaking and moaning loud enough for bhavya to hear. I fucked her continuously for 30 mins. She was exhausted and came twice already. I told her to get up and made her lie in doggy style. I got on her. I said "No. I'm not racist.Really I'm not!"Phil said " Quiet bitch. You're just making it worse".Phil went back to my handbag. He pulled out my money and gave about $50 to one of the guys to go for some beer. He smiled and said to me "Good firends like to pay for the beers. You would like to buy us all some beers woouldn't you?" I said yes "I would".He went back to my bag "Where you tampax? All women have tampax even racist les ones do." I said "I'm in the middle of my cycle and don't need any. It could have wavered when he worked on her arms and she took hold of his tool through the stretched soft cotton warm up pants and stroked. Or when his fingers touched the edge of her cunny and felt the heat and the dampness. Or when she leaned her face over the table and licked the helmet of his cock sliding above the draw string of the pants. He remained professional. Superman. Ten minutes after she slid off the table, they swallowed the last of the white wine in their glasses. His club had. A huge moan came out of her mouth. As she had an orgasm her love juice was still there on the inner walls of her pussy, I licked her like there was no tomorrow. Then I went to her ass crack and started to lick it she was now becoming mad with pleasure, and was pleading to fuck her. But I wanted to play with her more. Then I went on top of her and put her leg on my back.I put my cock at the entrance of her pussy and was staring at her eyes. And then pushed it a little in, she closed her eyes.