Her arms held me tightly, carefully preventing me from tipping backward as I got settled. She could see how desperate I was to finally empty my bladde..., but she also knew I was too nervous to let it happen naturally. One of her hands moved to gently, but firmly, press on the area just below my belly button.“Just relax, sweetheart,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I won't be disgusted, no matter what happens. I promise.”I nodded, closing my eyes as she pressed on my tummy. You could set your watch at 4:00 A.M. by Angelo Catrella arriving to start the day's baking and Mike would have sworn he'd heard "Time to Make the Donuts" mumbled at least once or twice through the years.If you wanted to know about anything going on in the neighborhood, that was the place to check. Everything wound up there sooner or later: from lost tourists looking for a map, to local Police Detectives hunting for a lead.As an added bonus, it also became known as one of the safest places in. And with that he climbed into bed and threw the covers back for me to do the same. Every time I’d “played around” with friends it had started with the sentence; Hey man, want a massage?” and this time would be no different. As soon as I asked he pushed the blankest to the bottom of the bed and flipped over on his stomach. I sat between his legs and began rubbing his claves. The small lamp on his desk was on so there was plenty of low light and his tanned body glowed in it. I was working my way. My pussy tingled as I began tweaking my erect clit firmly while watching this monsterous black cock in action. I was captivated by the way he showed no mercy as his big cock fucked her tiny white mouth. My pussy on the verge of cumming, I lost control and flooded my hand when the black cock unleashed several huge spurts of thick spunk into her mouth. His load coated her lips and chin as his still hard cock continued plunging down her throat. For days I found myself day dreaming about giving.