She then unloaded a volley of grievances with her husband's bedroom buffoonery that almost made me feel for the guy, but I quickly dismissed that as I...caught her gaze. Her face was glowing with pent up passion and lust, her words, though harsh, were filled with the quiet pleadings of a woman who only achieves orgasm by way of a vibrating lump of plastic. Something about her beauty and knowing how sexually unsatisfied she was made my heart beat faster. My mind raced with dozens of small erotic. I moved away, my blood pulsing faster in my veins. We always kiss more passionately when I don’t let him kiss me and I teased him for a few minutes. I could feel the blood rushing to my nether regions, I was becoming rather moist, and he knew it. I fought him for another minute, before allowing him to kiss me. His soft lips locked onto mine, and our tongues caressed one another. My eyes fluttered closed, and I lay onto his bed, pulling him along with me. He lay on top of me, his erectness. Then I looked for a hide away, some where I could set up my cameras and get what I’d come for with out being seen. A little higher up on the ridge I found a clump of brush about 10 feet tall and probably 25 feet in diameter under the canapé of a large tree’s limbs. I was going to set up a camera in the tree and as I pulled myself up onto a lower limb I could see that the clump of bushes was actually like a donut. The center was open and about 15 feet across, there was some trash s**ttered. 'It's too much!' She wailed, as all thoughts of teasing her cuck left her mind. 'Shut the fuck up, bitch,' He said, slapping her fat white arse. 'Jonny, shut her up.' Jonny grabbed the white bitch by the head and stuffed his cock back into her mouth. She gagged as he fucked her mouth, muffling her screams with his black cock. As the cock hit her cunt, slapping away hard and deep, soon enough, the pain subsided and Vicky's body started to shake - her first proper orgasm. Jonny didn't stop and.