Marisa: (breathing heavy).Jerome: Oh yeah.Marisa: (moaning)Jerome: Feel good baby?Marisa: Yes.Jerome: Oh fuck Marisa, you're so fucking hot ... that's...it ... keep it up baby.Marisa: (moaning)Jerome: Like riding my big black dick don't you white girl?Marisa: YesJerome: Does it feel better than your husband's?Marisa: (breathing heavy)Jerome: Answer me Marisa!Marisa: Yes ... so much better.Jerome: That's what I wanted to hear ... keep it up Marisa I'm getting closer ... ride me harder,. She waits for me to give her permission to get dressed. She's adorable when she listens. We both adjust ourselves and walk out back to her car with smiles on our faces. I drive back, the same route we came, not wanting this moment to end. I hold her hand while driving, not wanting to let her go, we continue to look over at each other, our eyes still filled with the same lust, normal people would be done, not us, we constantly want more of each other. We are about half way back, and I tell her. I started to shake my head but didn’t resist when I felt his hand pulling me towards him so his cock was quickly just a few inches in front. ‘You’ll like it’ he said quietly as it touched my lips.I began to protest but as my lips parted his cock just glided in. Maybe it was down to the wine, but I let my mouth open wider and I took him in deeper, tightening my lips around his shaft. Truth is I was LOVING the feeling of his cock filling my mouth as I sucked on him, I loved licking and kissing. Elle tried to get the cheerleaders perfect form out of her mind but for some reason it wouldn’t budge and suddenly the pain became worse the throbbing increased the thing was pushing down her vagina again this time with far more urgency, what’s more Elle knew it was bigger and thicker this time.“Darci…” Elle cried not looking at the girl, knowing if Darci didn’t clear out soon there would be trouble.“But not for you Elle,” a familiar voice seemed to say in her head. Elle knew it from somewhere.