We were no longer subtle in our movements. It was as though we became two different people. Nothing slow, no finese - we were overwhelmed with unbridl...d passion. Both worked up to the extreme, we literally attacked each other. Hand flew from body part to body part, each being far more agressive than we'd been in the past. Caresses and penetrations to her body resulted in her body's writhings and stiffening. It was beyond wonderful.During our playtime, she matched my moves. As she passed my. Umut is harder than when he is fucking Fikri. There is a guttural utterance as the Turk enters Fikri and takes his son’s cock into his mouth.Umut goes into a totally new realm as he feels his father sucking on his unbelievably hard cock. The Turk looks up into his son’s eyes as he plunges his cock into the tight welcoming hole, gyrating when it’s at its deepest point. The Turk feels Fikri’s dick harden with certain motions he makes. His son’s dick is a pleasure he has not allowed himself. He squeezes your tit flesh hard! He uses your tits like handles to help aid his powerful thrusts.Over and over again he pistons that Big Black Nigger Cock in and out of your stretched open hole!You're moaning, begging, whimpering...most of what you say does not make sense. "Fuck me, Nigger....fuck it....yes, good, so good.Nigger....ahhh, fuck me...so big....so big.Breed...ahh...breed...ohh...Nigger...breed....me...ohhh...yessss....yessss."The Black stud looks down on you....who's your Master!?,. You KNOW what to do with it."Roochie was his baby name. No one had called him that for, gosh, at least a couple of decades. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON HERE?Well, he did know what he could do with that hanging hard cock, an apparent exact duplicate of his own cock. Dream or not, he needed it inside him. He hungered for it. His ass hungered for it. He wanted to be fucked by it.Lube. Where had he put that damn jar of lube? It was even harder to find things in his messy apartment when dreaming than.