In fact, I’d only seen something like this that afternoon when after fucking her behind the bleachers I was home watching porn on the internet.I put...my nose to Sydnie-Ann’s cunt and inhaled a vast cloud of her scent.“Mmmmm, I thought so,” I murmured.“What? What’s wrong? Sydnie-Ann blurted.“Nothing’s wrong, bitch,” I said, for that’s what the guy in the porno flick had said. “You are a bitch; a bitch in heat.”Stunned, Sydnie-Ann could only manage, “Holy Mother of God!” as I rose up and sent my. I rubbed the cream in. I inhaled and could not smell the cream – just the way I like it. I could never figure out why so many products come with perfumes added. I like the subtle scents, but these manufacturers really go overboard. It had taken me a while to find a good cream without a scent, but once I did, I made sure I bought plenty of it.Once the hand cream had soaked in, I used a nail file until all my nails were the same length. I made sure to file only on one direction to avoid extra. I could feel my pussy stretching, and it felt so tight and nice. I felt I was going to cum after just the head had entered, he then slowly slid it deeper into me. My pussy felt like it was going to tear, it was so tight yet it also felt very nice. He must have sensed my fresh excitement because he raised the tempo, and started to fuck me faster and faster. I was moaning so loud with pleasure that he had to gag me. The harder he fucked me the stronger the sensation got, I could feel it deep. Most of the people didn't seem to care, but some of them looked at us unhappily, some of the white women especially and that wasn't unusual, they didn't like bedroom negras a whole lot as a general rule and seeing me with my owner in public like that was a good excuse to express their silent indignation. They were just jealous though and they'd hate me under any circumstances probably.Men tended to feel the same way about bedroom bucks, husbands especially, and the daytime talk shows were.