I crawl across the bed, ass in the air and assume the doggy style position. I feel you come up behind me. You slide your cock across my ass and tease ...he outside of my pussy with it. I beg you to slide it in me. I demand that you fuck me. You pull your cock back and then slam it into my pussy, hitting my g-spot. I let out a scream, not one of pain, but one of pleasure. I moan louder and louder. You slam your hard, throbbing cock in and out of my pussy. I can feel your balls slap against the. I tell you that they are allowed to touch you, everywhere. But the first rule is that they can’t touch you in same place as I am touching you. I have precedence, as your Husband and Master. I will let them touch you before I do, all over. You’ll have 8 hands stroking your body. They will be allowed to massage your pussy. I say “Is this rule ok with you?” You whisper, “yes,” barely being able to speak. I move my hand down to your pussy to see if you are excited. Your wetness is dripping. My cock. Criminology to me is a lot of nonsense, at least until you get to the forensics part, which I can actually wrap my head around. Miss Booty looked me up and down, then told me how pleasantly surprised she was to meet a brother in the sciences. I extended my hand, and introduced myself. I felt tempted to say something corny like ‘Raphael Dorvil, Haitian-Canadian gentleman at your service’ but settled for simply telling her my name. Black women don’t go for the over-the-top stuff anymore. Miss. " We? I only fucked you." Yes, but you'll be sleeping with her and you better give her a good ride before she leaves for work in the morning. You think you can handle that big boy?" I think I might," said Roger, kissing Debra and rolling out of bed, the condom still dangling from his flaccid penis. He took Laura's hand and strolled with her to the bedroom next door."You better dispose of that," Laura giggled, removing the rest of her clothes and slipping into the cool sheets."Be right back.