Im sure that Joyce and I had been wrestling with each other for at least half an hour. My confidence was beginning to wain, but my desire was just as ...trong as ever. I was now sweating profusely, but there was no way that I was going to quit. I was so close, I had to get those pants and panties off her ass. There was nothing in this world that I wanted to do more than to get my hands and lips on her sweet pussy. The thought crossed my mind that the only way that I was going to get her pants off. Rachel cried out falling forward. She wanted so bad to tell him to do it again but she had learnt her lesson. For her good behaviour he didn't disappoint. He hungrily dived into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue. He gripped her cheeks, his nails digging in, giving her an amazing pain/pleasure experience. It was as if her nectar was a drug and Sam was addicted. He tasted every inch of her and didn’t show sign of stopping. Soon, he swung her back around and lifted a leg over his shoulder,. Then I let my head fall back and twisted both nipples, gradually twisting harder and harder. (I suppose I'm a bit of a pain slut, but fuck, it felt good!). By this time my pussy was starting to ache and I felt the urge to touch it. I slid one hand down, over the curve of my belly to my puffy outer lips. At first, I just traced them with my fingernail. After a few minutes of doing that, I parted my thighs, the motion opening the lips of my pussy. Tapping my clit with my forefinger, I drug my. Then Kingy Dong flopped out his hugey-mongous dong of African heritage and my eyes went wider than a Beanie Boo Snowy Bunny mesmerised by the world's biggest, thickest, ebony, trouser snake of fleshy pleasuring. A trouser snake that he slapped down onto my ivory-soap skin; his avocado balls rubbing against my slut hole of expectation, his meatiness of manhood running the length of my squirmy hopefulness, and his cock head tickling the underside of my nose. As I lay there absorbing his.