Her and marcus were drivimg up north as said, from london to manchester. marcus was a casual boyfriend, black and like M in his early 20's. when i ask...what was his cock like she tells me the usual, long and thick, though marcus did have foreskin, seems most of her black boyfriends didnt, i think she prefers no foreskin on them.anyway, M was driving her car. she tells me that it was in the morning and they went up the motorway, they were chatting all the way and ther was nothing particularily. That was the first time that I had seen her fully that day. She was wearing super tight black leggings that hugged her ass so hard. She was wearing a white sleeveless top that sported her ridiculously large cleavage. God I was in love. She took my hand and led me to her room on the first floor. I managed to cop a feel of her ass a couple of times while we were ascending the stairs.We made it to her room and neither of us wasted any time. We both were stripped to our underwear in record time.. I stared up into her eyes, filled with lust and need, as I licked her pussy back and forth, then rotated my tongue in circles. My mouth dropped down and sucked on her swollen clit while I continued fingering her. She was almost there. Her grip on my hair tightened and she pulled my head even closer to her burning pussy. Her breath grew rapid and raspy as I sucked even harder on her pulsating clit. To push her over the edge, I curved my fingers inside her slightly, hitting her sweet spot.. “Its been a long hard week and my feet are killing me”, she stated in a demanding tone. Adam replied “Yeah, I bet you have when someone has worked as hard as you its only natural, besides its almost the weekend you can soon relax and put your feet up”, and at the same time he could not take his eyes off her legs, Mrs Clarke knew it. She confidently asked, “ Almost the weekend yes but still seems far away, are you any good with your hands?”, He quickly answered,“ Yes indeed I am why do you.