I would recommend French Coffee.” It was my turn to be impressed. “I have never heard of French Coffee as a colour.” Emma smiled and said, “Do...you like the colour I am wearing?” “They are very fetching, but they are suntan are they not?” I said. “Very good. Well French coffee is a darker shade, one that would be perfect with that shade of green. They are a 50s style vintage stocking.” “Can you get me a pair?” I asked. “Yes ma’am,” she responded. “It’s Julia,” I said. “I will get you a pair,”. I lowered my cunt onto his throbbing meat as he spread my lips with his fingers. Fuck, I had never before felt this close to being full. My come starting almost from the point of penetration. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I repeated over and over again. I was creaming all over his dick and practically jumping up and down on it. I had never felt so good or so fulfilled. My come went on and on for many minutes and Mark’s cock was still going strong. Boy did he love my milk, as he switched from one nipple. I went back to the kitchen and set the coffee pot up for the morning. I remembered my favorite go cup was still in my unit and went to get it. I found it on the floor with a bullet hole through the center of it. To say it was ruined would be an understatement. Now that pissed me of because I had used it for years and it was the only one I had ever found that kept the coffee in it hot longer than an hour. Damn, now I would have to find another one and finding one like this would be impossible. He had all ten inches of the dildo in her cunt fucking her hard when he finally heard her cum and the dildo was very wet when he pulled it out. He said to her "That is a good whore. Now you get my cock. I want to feel you cum and then I will give you a big load of cum." He then climbed on top of her and sunk his cock in her hole and began fucking her hard like he had always wanted to. He fucked her quite a while and felt her cum twice as he filled her with cum. "That was good. You may make a.