A candle on the table, vanilla essence fills the room. The light flickers, your tanned skin alive. I watch the rise and fall of your body, gauging you... rhythm. I hate to wake you, but long for you. You will sleep at the drop of a hat. My mind decides, I step to the bed, softly sliding beside you, my left hand gently caresses your hip. I feel you shift, stir. I gaze at your face, your eyelids flicker, you breath deeply. Encouraged, I trace my fingers up your hip, to your side. Towards your. Ok with your shot 4 I could see they were lightly taking effect. You changed the game. You reached over, unfastened my pants and took them off. OMG that was hot. I poured shot 4 and you picked it up and poured it quickly down my throat. Looks like tequila makes you totally take control. You drank shot 5 and took my shirt off. To my surprise you poured shot 6 and drank it. Then you stripped off the rest of your clothes. Looks like it takes 6 or 7 shots for “tequila to make your clothes. .god?..god??'toooooo bbbbbiggggggg??oooooohhhhhh,? Grace yelled as she felt the huge black teenage cock stretching her beyond belief, her blue eyes opening wide in shock, her beautiful white face contorted in a grimace of unwanted discomfort. ?Mmmmmmmmmm?Ms Gamerston?.yo? sho? is tight'mmmmmm hot tight white married pussy?..sssssssss?.gonna fucks yo? snooty white ass good?.wit? dis big nigger cock?.ooohhh yea..yea..,? Jason hissed as he began thrusting his black ass back and forth driving. Soon, he was thumping out some riffs, losing himself in the sound he was creating and thoroughly enjoying himself. Scott felt once more just how relaxing it was to simply play around on the axe and he just let himself go, shifting from tune to tune as the mood took him. His attention was grabbed by a red light flashing above the door to the music room and he guessed this was a way for someone outside to get him to realise he was wanted.He put the guitar down and opened the door to find William.