She'd always known. She'd known from the morning he'd stepped acrossThe Shop's tiled threshold five years ago. Even then, she'd knowneverything about ...im, known him better than his own Mother. Every hair,every pore, every flickering eyelash. The Tarot had told her, whisperedhis story through her gliding fingertips, slowly disrobing his fragilesoul until he was left naked and shivering in the night."You already know what I want," he said, his voice wavering on theverge of tears."Yes." Her tone. He is the forceful black dom that has contacted me, and seems to fit my needs perfectly. When I read his emails about how he wants to use and degrade me, my cunt becomes dripping wet, and when I see his picture I almost cum right there. He was handsome, sexy, and black and was seeking to own a slut whore like me. We exchanged many emails, and he described how he would train me to take his big black cock in all my holes, and beg for more. Eventually he said he would be sharing me with his. Now, Rohit had his hand around Ayesha’s ass. They were getting into a full make-out session when the cameraman called cut. He told them makeout is not in the script but since it started they have to make it look realistic. To make the scene intense he asked Ayesha to remove her bra. She pulled out her bra and threw it aside. Then he got some water from the sink and sprinkled on her shirt making her tits visible.I could see that Ayesha was still in Rohit’s lap and both were dying to kiss. Still. "I do not know," she answered, turning her face back at me, then smiled. "but I know it is fantastic."We kissed sloppily while I kneaded her tits and stirred my cock within her. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly and arranged us on our right sides. My cock never slipped out of her ass. Bent at the hips and the knees, we settled in a spoon fashion, then she twisted her upper body to the left making her head and chest face upward. I saw her magnificent tits for the first time, firm,.