The cum-hungry woman wanted her mouth in place when the slimy geyser spurted out. She licked back up his cockstalk. Her lips pursed against it and her...blonde head pulled up as she played his phallic flute. Her mouth was tingling with the gamy taste of donkey cock and the succulent flavor of his pre-cum as she dragged her lips back up towards the bulking head of his colossal cock.She flattened her tongue and lips against the underside of the flaring prick-knob, caressing his at the sensitive. His long withdrawal was slow and deliberate and my resistance by gripping onto him, was proving pointless, as my secretions were oiling the piston of flesh as it powered back up me with such force, I thought we might break the railing that supported our act of public copulation.As he powered into me he unclasped my bra and with a few moves my bra and dress were off over my head and both articles of clothing drifted down onto the lawn, alongside my wine glass, which had gone with the first. At six foot four inches tall and two hundred and thirty pounds he was every bit the well muscled, exquisitely toned man that was every woman's secret fantasy.Be'zhawn knew very well he was a striking male specimen; every day two or three different women proved it by throwing themselves at him. Females had been doing it since high school, and once word got around that he was hung like a horse, well the bitches just kept him and his magic cock busy all the time.Although Be'zhawn liked the sistas. “Hi, sweetheart! How are you? You look fantastic! (I was still in my cheerleading uniform)” I beamed, “Thank you. Hope I’m not intruding. I see you have a friend over.” “No. Not at all. In fact I’d love for him to meet you. Come over into the living room.” As we walked into the living room, Rick put his hand on my back and guided me in. There before me was another stunning looking man. I felt awkward and nervous as though all of a sudden all my flaws had a spotlight beaming on them. .