I drove her forward until her face was buried in Amy's crotch, eating her out.“Oooh you are good, I bet you've had a lot of practice eating pussy. H...w do you like this synthetic one? Taste good? Wet enough for you? Can you grip my clit between your teeth? I suppose you do still have your own teeth?”posh slut wanted to slap her, but Mistress was watching and I had a firm grip on her hands, so she just moaned as I entered her again from behind.The cuntal lip adornments rattled deliciously as my. Soft Jazz, and the murmer of conversation gave a warm feeling to me as I walked to the bar as instructed. "Mr. Bartray in?" "Yes, Ms. Kendall, he is expecting you. I will buzz him." "Hmm, they don't miss a trick, they have given a picture of me to the bar tender so that he can greet me," I thought as my eyes traveled around the room.I am attracted to self assured, handsome men. Vermon Bartray was all of that and more. Six two, 185 pounds, and clothes that were cool, top of the line, complete. I took pictures as she worked on getting my cock past her lips and then past her tonsils. “Good girl,” I said, encouraging her effort. “Look at the camera in the mirror. Let’s see those eyes. Let people know you like admiring your skills. Good girl. Look right in the camera and show them you’re a proud black cock slut, baby. Good girl. You’ve almost got it all, baby, just a tiny bit more.” Tonya extended her lips, capturing the last elusive bit of throbbing black flesh, then moved her head from. She felt like she was nothing more than a whore; providing a receptacle for Dr Stephen Mortlock esq to empty himself without any consideration of her feelings.She felt the glans of his penis slide inside her tight hole, the lube assisted but the pain of having Stephen’s hard cock roughly inserted in her anus without foreplay or preamble was in no way stimulating.“Oh!” Michele groaned as the hard phallus slid past her sphincter.Michele was impaled on the head of Stephen’s penis, her legs spread,.