He had a gorgeous smile that looked as if he spent plenty on orthodontia. His teeth matched the white of his pocket square. He seemed cocky, so I had ...o check him. “That’s funny?” I lifted my right eyebrow. “I thought so,” he confessed with a flushed face. “Far from.” “No sense of humor...okay. My apologies, Cinnamon.” “What’s your name? No, wait. Don’t tell me. I really don’t want to know,” another lie. “I’ve seen you before.” “Yes, I’ve seen you too.” “You are a beautiful woman.” “Do you know. She bit hard on her lip, and the taste of blood was another factor to add to the mix bombarding her senses. Swish… CRACK! Finally, Maria couldn’t help herself but cry out, both from the sting of the cane but also the crashing wave of an unbelievably intense orgasm that pulsed through her body from her pussy right to her extremities. She hardly felt the next two strokes of the cane, so lost she was in the haze of her orgasm. Her knees were trembling, hardly able to support her. But Isabella. If it had a pulse, I fucked it. Man, woman, beast. It didn’t matter. If I could have combined the efforts of each one of these species into one huge fuckfest, I would have. I cringe writing these words. One person in my life knows about my closet. He is my ex-husband, and a large part of that closet. He has rummaged through it, and been horrified by it for the most part. Out of love, once upon a time, he closed and barricaded the door, so that nothing accidentally spilled out at inopportune. A big dollop of remaining cum inside his balls had gathered at the tip of his cock and was becoming dangerously heavy, and ready to fall. I sex-crazed mind placed my unturned hand directly under his cock as a big strand of my black mature buddy's cum landed on my palm. As the strand finished falling down, it formed a dime sized pool and I, keeping an eye on Oracle's vision which was conveniently glued to the TV screen, brought my hand to my mouth and licked the blubber of that sticky thick.