“I’m sorry,” I said, “I haven’t had a chance to taste it yet.” “Oh,” she said with disappointment, “That’s too bad. Maybe we could...have some together! I know I don’t look it, but I love eating things like pound cake!” “Um—” I stammered. “Great!” she exclaimed. She scurried past me and went right to the bread box on the counter. She pulled the cake out and cut two slices. She looked toward the coffeemaker and noted it was empty. She immediately got to work on making more coffee. Once it was set. It came like a tsunami out of nowhere, and washed him with repeated waves of pleasure, she screamed out in uninhibited manner, and he was worried that the neighbors would end up calling the cops. He kept sucking on her relentlessly, and was sucking up all the nectar that was emerging from her pussy. He had now moved his focus to her clitoris, and was lashing it with his tongue, and nibbling on it alternatively. Tanya was bucking on the bed trashing her head from side to side in pleasure, and. .so I reply....she then says, she needs to put something in her kitchen, so goes for a minute....then she calls me in the front room, I walk in and she is standing there totally naked.....I look surprised, she says you like? mmm, I say, so she then moves towards me, touches my cock area of my trousers. So.....she starts to arouse me a bit....unzips me....lifts my shirt off.....then steps back and starts to play with her d cup breasts [I knew this from speaking to her earlier]......slides her. Her mouth popped open and I filled that. She was moaning and slurping as he rammed into her as hard and fast as the wall would allow. She lunged forward as he thrust his final plunge and I heard his cum surge by his shaft and spurt out of her. I put myself together and tugged on the leash, before she could recover her panties. As we stepped outside, a white haired blackman ogled her lustfully. What do I have to do to fuck that white whore? he asked. Well sir, she's a sloppy used mess right.