My soon-to-be lover smiled as he saw my nudity again, his grinning teeth about all I could see, except for a shadowy outline of his muscular form.Like...before, he kept his robe on, and it enveloped me like the cape of the Devil as he hovered over me, his black cock so much closer to my wetness. He began to lower himself and I instinctively reached down to help guide him in. Unlike last time, he shook his head and grunted. “No.” And I lifted my hands back to my chest, and then his shoulders. . Song dropped the gown to the floor.Song looked Park up and down. She could see he was both confused and aroused - his face was fixed, but a bulge in his pants gave away his true feeling. "Sit on this chair Park" Song barked at him. "I..." he replied, but Song stared hard at him. "Yes Miss". Park sat down on the kitchen chair, his eyes both trying to avoid her but not able look anywhere else either.Song walked right up to the chair and straddled him. She held her body right in front of his face,. Rubbing and pulling her breasts like the deviate I can be, I had her whimpering and moaning with consummate ease. Though I’m not sure it wasn’t my pleasured moaning I was actually hearing. No matter, finding that I was now able to ease a finger inside her as well as my seven inches of penile insert was really hot stuff. Teasing her clitoral hood at the same time I was fucking her, really got the job done. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She cried, fully over the edge and quite past any semblance. " I said back.I spread some jelly on my toast and took a sip of my coffee. The coffee was so hot, it burnt my tongue. That is how I like my coffee when I go to a restaurant. I hate going to places and they have cold coffee. I would rather have it too hot than too cold. I can always let it cool off a little.I took a bite of scrambled eggs and chewed them slowly. I could taste the butter they were cooked in. I love the taste of eggs that have been cooked in butter.I can't stand how eggs taste.