The pain in my ass was now unbearable; but his cum filling me up served as relief…This time I noticed that Heavy Feather was getting rough on me, as...he slammed his dick with hard strokes, almost brutally…I was trying to push back to his cock as he fucked me, but with him ramming me full of that cock I had no room to move myself on him.I began to cum, crying like crazy into the pillow. My whole body was trembling hard, as he shoved that hot doggie cock so deep into me.A couple orgasms washed. I gasp and let out a sharp cry as I feel the first touch of something, more shock than pain. My mind processes the feeling, the sensation, and I realize it is a light touch, feathery, sleek. It could, indeed, be a feather... or fringe of a blanket... perhaps his hair. I can only imagine, not determine, as the touches and teases continue. The feathery feeling is gone now, replaced with something cold and wet... an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped in ice water? Again, my mind can. ??Who fucked you???An African guy I met at a party.??Of course! You love any cock, but have a weakness for black cocks. Why hasn’t he fucked you since???I don’t really know – maybe because he’s so young, and he’s very gentle and considerate.??I see. He doesn’t treat you as a slut. Is that why you came here? Because you know I do what I want to you, and you love that??As I asked I suddenly forced two fingers up Sara’s ass. She gasped and pressed back against my hand. I roughly fucked her ass. She’s the same person you love, the same one I love, only better for her, and for you.’ She looked into his eyes, and finally felt the tension slip out of his frame, saw his face de-stress. He was ready. ‘We’re going to go now. When we get there, you have to promiseme you’ll listen, and not be angry, or lose your temper, and behave yourself. She’s nervous about what you will think, and she needs your support.’ She was standing up, grabbing her bag, heading for the door. She stopped before she.