That did it. Her entire body convulsed, it seemed to want to lift off the bed and her scream filled the air - it made me wonder if the neighbours coul... hear it - then she relaxed back on the bed.I wasn't satisfied yet. I wanted Sylvie to have another climax, one where she could enjoy the gradual build-up of her excitement, where I could keep her on the brink of ecstasy for as long as I wanted, until I finally decided to push her over the edge.That's exactly what I did. I let my tongue play;. She propped herself up in a modified doggy position with one leg up on the bench seat and one on the floorboard while I shoved it into her ass. It felt so damn good. Tighter than her pussy, but not as lubricated, it felt great, naughty, and based on the amount of friction and the grip her asshole had on my cock, it wouldn’t take much to explode in that ass. She enjoyed the experience as well, and when I was about to blow my load, I asked where she wanted me to cum. It wasn’t a common question. We’d go to the movies together or have lunch. He was mad cool, I noticed. We had a lot in common. Both of us came from prominent black families. My father, John Dolce is a State Representative in Houston, Texas. My mother Joan Harrington Dolce is a Texas Ranger. Jacob’s father was the Athletic Director of the University of Atlanta Tech in his native Georgia. His mother was dead from cancer. He didn’t like to talk about her much. I respected his privacy. I’m not big on stirring up unpleasant. She knew it was wrong, that she should be stopping this, but it felt so good. Will always had been amazing at eating her pussy, usually leaving her a drooling, brainless mess. She cried out as she felt the tip of his tongue flick over her g-spot, even as his fingers massaged her clit. Her cunt began to spasm as an orgasm overtook her.As Alicia's juices flowed from her cunt, Will lapped them up eagerly, like a thirsty man in the desert. He smiled as he stood up and saw the lust in Alicia's eyes..