I shuddered, kissing my mother as the jizz leaked out of both our pussies to decorate the cake. Deana groaned as she watched, “I hope my daughter lo...es it.”I bet she would.Leann Winthrop’s Week, SaturdayI couldn’t believe how wild things were getting. Priscilla and her mother had found a Black futa to fuck them both. They had their pale bodies pressed against the busty futa, squeezing her big, ebony tits. The futa had a look of joy on her face as she was led back to the divan.“Enjoy your cake,”. God, that shit turned me on so much. And to think I had fucked her too. I had initially felt dirty, perverted, and kind of bad in a way. But considering all of the events that had transpired, I simply could not stop thinking about it, and my hormones would not stop going crazy.And God help me, I felt my dick growing harder.Kristina looked at me, in somewhat stunned silence, and then, glancing at Emily, looked back at me, and said, "Are you getting turned on again?"Emily looked at Kristina and. " Mmmmm... You taste good... White boy... Momma want's more... Wana taste?" Her cum drenched tongue stabbed my mouth as we kissed."Hmmm didn't know I tasted that salty... Must have been something I ate." 0We laughed.This was a first for both of us. I was her first "white boy" and she was my first "Black woman." From the beginning, race didn't seem to matter to us. We were comfortable with each other and the fact that we were of different races only seemed to be a problem for the outside. . I told him to drink his juice…. He lifted it and was about to drink it but i grabbed the glass off him and poured it onto my Boobs…. I said drink ur juice now…. He hungrily licked the juice off my tits and belly…i was so horny i could have ten .Orgasms that night… He pushed me back a little and with his teeth he took my knickers off…. He opened my legs wider and took an ice cube and put it in between his teeth and traced it over my tits and all over my belly…and over my pussy… I felt shivers.