“You know what you’re doing,” she murmurs softly, reaching out and caressing the stud’s sweaty chest, finally seeing through the façade of in...ocence that has been luring her in. “You know exactly what you’re doing…” she almost whispers, licking her lips as she runs her hand down the stud’s chest, down to the top of his bulging jean shorts. She quickly undoes his shorts, pulls down his briefs and drops to her knees to confront the young stud’s throbbing love worm. Caressing the stud’s sweaty nut. But my fucking black stud had another plans for me.He wanted to torture my mind, to make me suffer and plead for him.Now he looked at me, waiting I should do as I had been ordered.I felt the butterfly buzzing and the known heat it gave me every time I used it on my burning clit. He also put a finger over my mound, waiting for me.I closed my eyes and opened my red lips, to moan while the burning sensation was being built up in my cunt.Then suddenly it was there, that amazing dull ache, that. ” She smiles. “You’re not the only one,” she tells you. “I’m Angela.” “Hi Angela,” you say. “Let’s go somewhere more private, shall we?” “Sure, where do you want to go?” You drive away from the street and turn onto a road that leads into the forest. At first Angela looks scared, but she knows you’re a regular, so she thrusts you. You pull up to a small cabin. You both get out of the car and you open the door for Angela. “It’s nice.” You close the door behind you and pull Angela against. We decided to use our unexpected free day to go shopping, since the hotel was already paid in advance and go back home the following morning. My colleagues wanted to go to a club to see some male stripper show, but being a faithful wife I refused, so I stayed in my hotel room after dinner to study some optimizations for a new application we had installed on our servers. I tried to phone Nick, but got no answer, which didn’t worry me as when he is involved in some big project he stays at work.