In this course of journey, there are lot of interesting events, debates, conversations, planning, sentiments, seductions, threats, blackmails, crying,...romance, sex happened. So it needs several pages to explain every bit of the detail so this story will be lengthy but truly authentic and surely arouse you like anything, and you will not be able to resist cum/masturbate at least 10 times before you completely read this story.Events, emotion and planning we had in this wife exchange journey will. I was quickly pulled back up and roughly set on my knees."The nigga said on your knees, white boy," Tyrone said as he set my in my place, "We aint' fuckin around, bitch."His point was taken. I sat there on my knees, looking down on the floor, feeling a combination of fear, shame, and curiosity."Look up," commanded Tyrone.I looked up and my gaze got caught on Darren's cock once more. It still hung down, but it had grown in length and girth. It was huge. Way bigger than mine, and it wasn't even. 'The aroma of the coffee might just smother out the fragrances that Iris was emitting.'She walked across to his desk and leaned forward to pick up his mug, and a wave of flowery scents reminiscent of a summery day, assaulted his senses, leaving him in a state of frozen arousal, with an almost animal edge to it, as he pictured the two of them running through a moonlit woodland setting, heavy with the scent of its flowers.He blinked away the golden flecks in his eyes, as the perfume slowly. Chris, in her tear streaked eyes, looked back at the man, shaking her head, and pleading beneath her gag.It came down again, this time, with a loud "Pop!" over her puckered asshole. The man picked up the pace, going from clit to ass, then back to clit; Smiling with his white teeth as he landed each blow. Chris was left, trembling in pain; Her body covered in red and purple streaks. Her clit stood out, red and swelling in agony.The black man tossed the stick to a friend, and crawled closer to.