She would kiss her way up until I could feel her hot breath on my pussy, then she would look up at me and whisper, "Show me your tits..." I would sens...ously unbutton my blouse, gradually revealing my cleavage, pushed up in my lacy white bra. Then I would drag my fingers up from my belly, and with a swift, practiced move, unsnap the front fastening bra. I would slowly peel the cups off, all the while watching her hungry eyes. Once my perky breasts were uncovered, I would cup them in my hands,. On each thrust she would raiseherself up so that just the tip stayed inside and thenshe’d ride it back down. His hands alternated betweenher breasts and her ass. I was entranced by thecontrast of their skin. His strong black hands againsther smooth white skin. I was being made a cuckold and Iwas enjoying it. No, I did love it.She threw one leg over him and flipped herself over sothat she was on the bed on all fours facing me, herhair hanging down over her face. Her ass raised and herlegs spread. "Oh yea, it's the best", I lied."Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it," Scott exhaled, squeezing the noticeable bulge in his Levis.Before I could catch myself, Scott noticed me staring at his crotch. "What you looking at man?"Busted, I mumbled, "You must be hung like a horse." So I've been told," Scott bragged. "But what's it to you?" Oh, nothing, man, nothing. It just looks like your jeans are going to explode." Fuck yea, man. You're right, my cock has a fucking mind of its own. I. The jeans were tight around her thighs and hips, but she believed they looked good – at least, she hoped they looked good. The crewneck top was a little less snug and featured a gold Nike logo on the back. Reema slipped on some flats to round out the outfit. She admittedly felt self-conscious stepping out of her room. Reema didn’t usually have to worry about how she looked in public. Clothes were never a big deal for her. Sitting in class later that day, she found herself noticing how the.