You groan as we kiss harder. You tell me you’re close. Whispering. You unzip me and pull me out. Loving the feel of me hard in your hands. Pressing ...ourself against me you grind yourself against me. Just letting my cock spread your lips and press against your clit as you groan. Hand pulling your arse into me. Other playing with your left nipple. Your hands inmy hair. Groaning. Biting your lip. Kissing me whenever you can get the chance. You cum. Shaking. Shivering. Collapsing against me. . .. you know ... thing ... inside me at the ceremony, you refused. It hurt me so bad, because I thought you were rejecting me, and afraid of what the men might do when they found out. But then you knelt down between my legs, and checked to make sure I was not too dry, so you wouldn't hurt me."It made no sense. No man would ever consider caring whether or not the ceremony hurt his wife, or not. It's supposed to hurt. But you cared and you had never met me! You even used your mouth to get me. She then traced my side with her fingers and glided her hands down and around toward my pussy. But she didn't touch it. Maybe the sticky liquid that was pouring down my legs scared her a bit. Or it could have been the fact that she has never been with a woman. The shock factor that a sexual body was in front of her and missing a penis. I grabbed her hand and led her into my house. Go sit down Erosa. I started to close the door behind me, but I was instantly captivated by her juicy round ass.. Monique felt him fill her insides with his sperm. She knew she had no birth control. Her husband was sterile so there was no need for birth control or even condoms. John might make her pregnant. In some dark way she almost hoped he would. DeAndre would do whatever she told him just as she would do whatever John told her. She felt totally and completely conquered by this dominant white man. His cum confirmed this to her. All the other party goers were now inside and the music was loud so her.