But once he was in, it was hard to him to pull out. Except for when his wife wanted some rough anal play of course. His girlfriends in the past had lo...ed it once they got used to it. And the younger girls Diane brought home from time to time for them to share? They got some of his special lubricant and treated like the cock-sleeves they were. And now that he had perfected his oxygen pill and gotten the sex box and its additional functions to work correctly, he knew they'd both be spending a lot. .. Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Streaks of semen erupted from his engorged cock while he writhed and moaned. Kimberleigh's panties became wetter as she contemplated the following hour. After she drained him, she said in a scolding tone, "Hmmm - I would have loved you to shoot that big load inside me. But you just couldn't hold it back for me." She released his ankles from the spreader bar and continued, "In the study. Ten minutes," and walked away. What he was about to go through was at least as grueling as. Her ass behind her was actually making wobbly sounds. I went on my knees and reached up to her panties knowing that underneath that nylon was something that I had searched for but now wasn’t sure if I really wanted. She stopped moving and I noticed that her panty crotch had begun to get wet – she wasn’t fooling she was really horny. I looked up at that big black woman up in front of me and slowly peeled off her panties from her – It was like as if her cunt didn’t want it to go away from it –. “Kimberly, where are we? Where are our clothes? Who is this girl?”Kimberly replied, “I don’t use that racist white girl name anymore. My new name is Corecia. My friend is called Quanesha. We’re at Daddy’s place and we only wear clothes when we go out to pay our reparations to Black Daddy’s.”“Why would your daddy have naked girls at his place? I don’t understand.”“I’m not talking about my racist white daddy silly” Corecia giggled. I’m talking about our Black Daddy. This is his place. He helps us.