"I don't fucking understand women, Bill thought as Kathy sat holding her hand over her mouth trying to suppress the laughter. His thigh was burning li...e fire and it felt wet. He wasn't sure whether the wet was his blood or her saliva. Either way, he knew there would be one heck of a bruise. Pissed, he swung his hand a lot harder than the fairly gentle licks he had already applied. Crack! He had cupped his hand a little to make the sound louder so she would really think she was being beaten to. OK? I want us to talk."Pillow TalkI was relieved that she didn't want me to eat her pussy. I didn't have the energy. It felt good to lay down and rest. We lay facing each other, kissing—she stroking my hair and me lightly caressing her breasts."Barb, sweetheart, that was amazing?" Did it feel different?" Yeah." How?" Your vagina felt very..." I felt embarrassed to say the word."Tight. Is that the word your looking for?" Yeah. How did you do that?" It's an old trick my mother taught me. I. “I need you. Please...”“Of course,” he said, reaching down to find that she was soaking wet.“More,” she muttered a few minutes later, as he slowly entered her. “Please, Phil ... I need more.”“Of course,” he said, pounding into her roughly.“More,” she moaned again.“You like this?” he asked, louder than he intended.“Yes,” she begged. “It’s so good. Please. I just ... I just...”“God you’re tight,” he grunted.“I need more.”At his wife’s pleading words, Philip unloaded inside her. A few minutes. And it made sense. Gomora was a tall strong latina with mulatto features. The mixed genes were probably the reason for her stunning european face combined with huge ass and large natural breasts. She has been fighting a lot, usually over tips with the strippers after work, so experience was not an issue. As instructed by that bimbo double agent Carla the pimp had his champion whore all butt naked underneath her coat. Well almost - the mulatto wore stiletto high heels and tight net stocking,.