.. and his lovely cinnamon wife. Wouldn’t that be nice?”Mark remembered Jake’s ‘cinnamon’ wife very fondly. She didn’t look like cinnamon....Her skin was the color of cocoa. She tasted like cinnamon. The memory made his cock swell even more inside his daughter, whom he had been fucking when his wife asked the question.“I think so, Honey, but it’s hard to think when I’m this hard. It’s also hard to talk when you keep pushing that cream pie in my face--not complaining, mind you.”“Is it hard to talk. Now swallow this black mans precum pig!”, the agent said puling back her little fist again. A tear ran down the gaggin white boys face as he closed his mouth a swallowed the sticky salty mix.“UNNNNH….UNNNH...UNNNNH…”, the white boy moaned as Trixie brought Stryker closer and closer to a real orgasm. Her platinum hair wet with cum and spit as she worked on his big black fuckpole.“Hope you liked that appetizer you honkey sissy cuz here comes the main course”, the thrusting black titan grunted as. So in response, I sent her a dick-pic with caption "what do you think?". She replied "Not bad -I've seen bigger black dicks, but not many ,yours is good". I guess that's not the worst response to a dick pic I suppose, ha ha .After a little more talk, she asked "You like bigger woman ?" . "Oooh yeah" I replied. She replied with a bikini selfie. It was hot as fuck and got my dick super hard. "When do you want to meet" I asked . Frustratingly , she stopped messaging me after that. It was a bit. The nametag on his chest read Tito. In Christie’s rage she almost resented the way his eyes leered at her body, but his gentle disposition calmed her. He wiped the grease off his hands with a wet rag before extending one to shake hers.“Having a little car trouble there, Miss?” His voice had a hint of a Spanish accent, and his bright green eyes seemed to sparkle mischievously. “Um, yeah. This piece of shit just started steaming from under the hood a few blocks down and this was the first.