There was all kinds of grunting and moaning, sounds that are associated with some one reaching the peak of sexual delight and fulfillment.Lisa was hel...ed up off the kitchen floor and led to the master bedroom, nigger cum dripping out of her just well fucked married pussy onto the floor. She climbed up onto the bed and was immediately joined by another of the young niggers, who was quickly between her white thighs and shoving his monstrous big black cock up into her well lubricated married. I was going to delegate, and go home to be with my granddaughter. I turned to Charlie and made my intentions clear."I am turning this over to you, Charlie. I have a scared granddaughter at home and we just got back together. You know what has to be done and I have it all in motion. This is now your responsibility, Commander." I understand, Harry, but you need to stay near a land line just in case I need something I can't get. You have all the pull and I want to be able to use it if I need to.". I kept sucking, wanting all of his creamy load... baffled at why so many girls said this was disgusting (obviously they'd never tasted themselves... yeesh). No doubt about it, the taste of creamy, salty semen was way better than the usually strong-odoured, sometimes fishy, pussy juice. One full load and I was addicted to man-cum. One text and I was addicted to black cock. One evening and I loved being on my knees. One taste of black cock and I was no longer straight. I kept sucking his cock. In fact, it looked like something he’d seen in some tourist trap antique shop in Salem. Well, maybe somebody had gotten drunk and accidentally left the thing out here, abandoned and forgotten. It might just be junk in any case. When he picked it up he found it surprisingly heavy. The fucking thing must have weighed twenty pounds. He shook it a little but he heard neither a rattle nor the slosh of liquid. It looked far too expensive to just throw away or break so he shrugged his.