”“..shh..shut up,” Arav said, getting closer to her.“Turn around,” he commanded her. Hamida obeyed.Still holding the belt in his right hand,...he pulled her both arms together behind her back, placed her forearms against each other against her lower back and started tightening his belt around her both forearms.“Arav, what are you gonna do?”“Shut up. One more word from you and I will do to your mouth what I just did to your forearms,” Arav said as he locked up her arms like that and turned her. He had a fairly good smartphone, as well; and so he often had searched on-line, after work in the evenings, on a wide variety of porn sites. One of the things that had grabbed his attention had been the plethora of what was referred to as 'interracial' porn; where black men enjoyed gorgeous white females (like Mara). Second to that, had been the so-called 'interracial cuckold' videos; and that, more than anything else is what (eventually) brought Tomas and he into contact one evening; and three. Her thighs clamped to the sides of my head. "Don't stop! Please don't stop." I allowed my head to be pulled back in, my tongue straining to go deeper than before. Her scent and taste intensified as I licked and sucked, trying my best to please her. Apparently, I did. She went rigid! I thought my head was going to get crushed. Groaning as she relaxed, her death grip on my head giving way, she panted, "Oh God! That was fantastic!" She pulled me up, past her bare turgid nipples, and gave me yet. I don’t know how long I stared at the array of objects in my lap, but as I shifted, I came to a startling revelation. I was wet. Really wet. The thought of my darling husband frantically stroking his cock to the images of two men sucking each other off, or having sex, had my pussy so engorged that even the light pressure of my thighs as I shifted up to my knees made a thrill shoot through me. Quietly, I packed everything away, just the way it had been, except for one DVD. That, I brought to the.