Then he asked, “Can I see what you got Radhika?”I understood the reference. I took him to the bedroom. He tossed his phone over the table and unbu...toned his shirt and hung it over in the hanger. He was wearing a t-shirt inside. His arms and packs were awesome. He seemed too fit.He came near me. He smelled like chocolate. He hugged me tightly and smelled my hair and started giving me a kiss on my forehead, down on my cheeks and then on my lips.Oh! It was awesome. I haven’t had that experience. Where I’d thought of kissing as a preliminary to something else, Joey made it an event all of its own. I moaned again and wrapped my fingers in his hair. We kissed until I was on the edge of exploding. I finally wrenched my mouth from his.“Make love to me, Joey,” I panted.He gave me that little one dimple smile of his and swung his legs across me until he had his knees on either side of my hips.“All in good time, Sweetie,” he said.Then he pressed me against the back of the couch and kissed me. Talking time was over and he pressed his mouth against hers, hammering his cock deeply and steadily again. She let out a muffled moan, clasping her hands on his upper back and bucking her hips instinctively against his his. I wished my girlfriend, so fragile so much of the time, wasn’t so easily turning into...well...a cock whore at her first opportunity. I wished it wasn’t rubbed in my face how much deeper and more primal her satisfaction was with this random black man from the mall than it. "But, you can only go one inch every minute..." I'll die first!" Frank exclaimed.Tanya grinned. Then she moaned as Frank added another finger. "That's one minute," she told him.She began sighing audibly with each breath, as his magic fingers heated up her insides. After a moment, he cupped his hand and added his thumb, moving his fingers in and out of her right up to the knuckles on his hand, stretching her pussy lips wide with each stroke. After several strokes, she impatiently sat down on.