I just love sex - male or female, it's all-good. I love black men with huge cocks, black women and white men can be fun but most of my entire favorite...thing in this whole world I lust after white females. I love to seduce them and dominate them, making them my sex slaves. That is what I live for. Nothing makes me feel better than making a white girl my sex slave, my fuck toy, my little bitch!My job has me working in a stock room of a large office building. Everyone comes to me for the supplies. Her body was left to hang for a moment or two, while Monty releasing his mother first, then helped Barry with Bessy. She, found herself free for the first time in a long hour her body a warm and tingling field of pain. A restorative drink next, both ladies glad of the thoughtfully provided alcohol. Barry then aiding his wife from the thick underclothing that had protected her upper skin, those big floppy breasts drooping redly towards her naval, her huge flabby belly flopping over the still. Instead Mike stopped just inside me and asked if I could cum again. I said I'd try.Mike took long deep strokes into me. My hole and his cock made slurpy farting noises as Mike probed me. Mike leaned over me and kissed me. I wasn't expecting to make out with him but it felt natural and he was a very good kisser. I stopped jerking off and pulled him closer into me. The way Mike looked at me just made me feel good. He pumped faster and faster until his balls were slapping up against my ass. His. Not by a long shot. But her personality overshadowed her outward appearance. He was quite sure there was no way in the world he'd asked this woman to marry him, but that was all she wanted to talk about. She'd been telling him about the plans they'd made. So far, she said, they'd agreed to rent a hall big enough to hold five hundred guests. She said lots of famous people would want to come, since he was a famous author. At the same time, she was very vague about exactly which jewelry store on.