My name is Hank Emerson, thirty seven year old bachelor and mysterious person who lives by himself in the middle of the woods, sometimes. Yes, that's ...e, and yes, that's actually how I have heard my self described by some of the local townfolk when they didn't know I could hear them."That good looking guy who lives out there in the woods part of the year and then disappears for months at a time. No idea what he does for a living or anything, but other folk say he pays his bills on time or. He bites his bottom lip as he undoes his pants and drops his shorts his cock is hard as a rock by this point. He so long to feel the soft pink skin of her sweet pussy lips they plump. You can just make out her clit peeking between them . He starts pulling on his cock as he watches her cover her self in a soapy rose scented lather . He breathed in heavily loving the smell of her body a shiver ran down his spine. A drop of pre cum leaks out and lubes the tip of his cock helping his foreskin. I didn’t expect it to be making love. Jeff didn’t expect it to happen at all. ‘I can’t. I’m exhausted. I can’t think about an erection let alone get one.’ ‘I’m sure I can change your mind.’ I could certainly play the coquette. I reached toward his crotch. He grabbed my hand. ‘Do you plan to force me?’ ‘Oh, you find it so distasteful to have sex with me?’ I was furious. ‘At the moment.’ ‘Well, I’m sure there are lots of guys who would be thrilled to.’ ‘As you wish.’ He said it quietly, without. ”He started fucking her slowly to start with and, my god, soon his black cock was pounding into her. “Oh fuck, harder you black bastard,” she told him; she had nearly all his cock inside her and her pussy looked like it was about to be ripped as his cock was so close to being fully inside her.Sally let out a long sigh, “Oh god, I’m cumming on your monster cock.” She was shaking so hard in time with his thrusting back and forth. He was sucking her nipples and I could hear her juices flooding.