It was identical to the one Ihad gifted her with for her last birthday. It had a little silver spoonaffixed to the underside of the lid, making it eas... to snort a generoushit of coke. We each did a spoonful in each nostril before exiting thecar, then sashayed down the sidewalk, giggling like to schoolgirlssharing a deep, dark secret.We entered the salon with a flourish. Sable greeted Sasha, the salon'sowner and her personal friend. My wife introduced "Pussy Boy", herhusband, pronounced it her. The pressure had built almost instantly to the breaking point, but she stayed on just this side of it. Every time she thought she was about to cum, the pressure would just get more intense, until she thought she might explode.It was as if she stood on the edge of a cliff, and Ryan's tongue and fingers were the hands on her back, pushing her closer, and closer to the edge, her fear of falling causing her to push back.This resistance however, was tempered by a vivid awareness that what awaited. He was going to an auction to get some new stock. He was planning to sell or trade the married white bitch he'd been fucking and dealing for 3years, and wanted to dump her and a Latino her hadn't been happy with. One asked the other where the action was, he'd fucked both those whores and wanted more of the Latin bitch. I heard the guy say a warehouse with blue lights on the outside on the west end docks. I finished my drink and found the described warehouse in less than 15minutes. I guy at the. She brought her knees up higher. Her creamy skin glistened with the beads of perspiration building. Her body seemed on fire. She found herself biting her lips and her fingers traced down her belly and over her hips. Small circles that touched and came away gently, only to return with a firmer caress. Her undulating hips moved in a frenzied tempo.Her entire body cried out. A thunderous roar bellowed from deep within her. She curled her fingers in her bush, dipping quickly into her cunt and then.