It was beautiful, jet black, long, thick and smooth. It wasn’t veiny and tight, but it had a thick vein that ran along the top making a lazy ‘s’...from base to tip. I own an 8 inch dildo and this was much longer and thicker than that, like 2 soda cans stacked, but with a slight curve.I immediately am overcome by the mere sight of the beautiful cock and feel a thick drip of juice fall from my pussy and land on my leg. I look up at him and he has this lustful look on on face, very different from. I quickly went near the car to make a call. The cold breeze of the night is raising the level of heat in my body. I want to masturbate right there but was afraid and cannot stay there for long. I am in such heat that I am ready to have sex with anybody on the road, whether it is a drunken man or old plump lady.I am ready to give in myself, my ass wants something inside. I unknowingly changed my walking style and I noticed that I am walking like a girl now. Ohhhhh, I want somebody to rape me; my. My first serious lesbian relationship. I was 35. Until then I wasn’t pretending to be ‘straight’...I was straight. I had instantly sensed a connection when I met my college sweetheart at 19. It was the ’90s, remember, where tall, dark and handsome, with good manners on the side, made for every girl’s dream man! I was that girl too. We spent every waking moment together for seven years. But there’s no escaping adult career ambitions. A compelling desire to establish my identity didn’t quite work. I have a special trick I like to do. While I have it down to the root, I swallow. The movement of the muscles in my throat drives men wild. There was one problem though, I didn’t think I could even fit this massive dong into my throat. Fishman was having none of that. As soon as I wrapped my lips around the head of his prick, he took control. With his hands on the back of my head, he began to f***e more and more of his pole into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to relax and settle in to his.