“I taste good on you” I whispered. It was too much, he pushed me down on to all fours and plunged his cock deep into my wet pussy. He rammed his ...ock into me over and over, his left hand was pulling my hair back as I panted and moaned as the pleasure of feeling him pounding me washed over me in waves. He was getting harder and faster, I could feel his other hand round the front of my pussy rubbing my clit and slicking up with all my juice, I knew what he was going to do but god when he using. I liked it enough to lick deeper. The intimacy of the act made my stomach tighten, but I didn’t expect her immediate response.“Oh God!”She jerked and I had a mouthful of her vee. Rather than recoil, I embraced the opportunity to send her to orbit and began licking whatever I could reach. The diagrams in health class came to mind as I found her thin inner labia and the opening to her vagina pulsing under my tongue. She rocked her hips down and I hit her clitty with the flat of my tongue. That’s. Her breathing intensified and I could see the arousalin her eyes as she struggled to milk my black organ. Asmy black cock became rigid, I felt her rub it againsther thrusting hips; masturbating herself against thesolid black organ. A soft gasp escaped her throat andshe tried to pull me against her tight body. Marshaling all the willpower I possessed I looked intoher eyes and softly spoke, “You better go to yourhusband Mrs. McDonnell. I don’t think I want to fuckyou right now.”. "This is reallynot a good idea..." But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely gentle. "Imean, is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too? Mypussy, I mean."My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the clock - it was9:30. Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am. I couldnot leave. I could not stay. I wanted to see her little pussy morethan I wanted to take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. Idid not know what to do. Some.