Her long hair trails across my skin. She tosses her head, trembling and shaking, crying out in a language I do not know. Her sharp nails digging into ...he flat muscles of my chest. my hands roam over her exploring her body that I already seem to know in exquisite detail yet still experience the thrill of discovery at every feature down to the individual hairs. And there is music to it. The wordless cries she makes, rising and falling. Her soft lips slightly ajar letting out a soundless whisper. ...''removing his boot , walking to my couch he sat and just help me over him getting his cock outmy head push down on his nice fast big black cock''ohhhhh you are a good girl, take your time , suck it good ''feeling him happy helping my small head up and down has it please him ''you very sexy i like how you suck baby, you wait often sexy to suck cock ?''''look at me , yes i like how you suck baby, you like my cock?''''mmmmmm fuck , you too good, come here i want to see that pussy''''omg look. I'd usually wake in the morning, bleary eyed and sticky fingered, head for a shower and fuck myself some more on my wall-mounted toy. Yeah, benefits of living alone #1 - you can leave your sex toys in the shower. Better morning kick than coffee any day.Tonight though… tonight was different. He'd told me in no uncertain terms what he'd do with my slutty little holes if he had me in his shower and it left me itchy with need. Benefits of living alone #2 – ability to shower at any random time of. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy and the smell of pussy God knows I have eaten 80 to 90 women over the last few years and what fun separation has been.Long Before we separated I was intrigued so I started fucking her mom. Her mom smelled the same but tasted much sweeter and her moms pussy was always damp as she used to cum in her panties then send them to my work address so her daughter didn't know. Her mothers labia was even thicker but purple instead of deep pink. Her mother would cum in.