He slowly inched his hardened cock into me until I could feel his balls against mine. He was all the way in. He eased back a little, then pushed in ag...in. Soon he was working his swollen shaft in and out of me and picking up the pace with each push in…He started a steady rhythm and I knew he was not going to stop. My sphincter was easily accommodating his hard cock now and I was really enjoying this ass fucking. Soon my own cock was again rock hard. Soon the black guy began to take long, slow. “Don’t mention it. I have some coffee if you want it.” he produced a thermos shook it.“Love some.”“How do you take it?”“MMMM with cream.” again I emphasized the word “cream”.We sipped coffee while we waited for the rain to let up but instead it only fell harder and harder. The whole time he scanned my body nonchalantly, or so he thought. I could almost feel his eyes moving up from my feet to my calves, onto my smooth exposed thigh and onwards to my tits. His unspoken attention causing my little. I opened my thighs slightly. I left no doubt that I was his for the evening. Johan's fingers were close enough to my vulva to feel the wetness from my leaking vagina on my inner thigh. His hand slid back and forth on my upper thigh, causing his little finger to barely touch my outermost lips. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes as I attempted to stifle a moan the first time his pinky finger contacted my erect, throbbing clitoris. In a very sexy Norwegian accent, Johan looked at me and said,. He suckled on my nipples, squeezed my chest several times hard, and all I could do is to take all that brute force, but I loved all of it, I loved feeling his dick in me, being taken like a submissive little whore that I am, and serving the males, all of them, making them feel that I’m worth their time. After at least 10 minutes of hard and deep thrusting, he started to moan louder and louder, still in the missionary position. I believe this was his favorite position. I told him to release all.