I leaned down and spat on her rubbing the tip of my cock with that worthless hole she calls a pussy. Placing the tip of my cock inside her I made it s...ell as big as it could till i could hear her moan through her gasping breaths. "What do you want slut?" I growled as I gripped harder around the sides of her neck. "The nigger is here, now what the fuck do you want?" after a few more seconds I let my grip fall as she gasps out the wrong answer."You're dick!" She cries as I wrap my hand around her. She discarded it on the floor beside the bed, and hopped up onto the mattress, testing it like a cat kneading its favorite blanket. I got a splendid view of her butt in the process, those infuriating bike shorts that she always wore struggling to contain her voluptuous curves, stretching and straining as the perfect globes of her pert cheeks shifted beneath the clinging fabric.She sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to face me, apparently surprised to see my flushed cheeks. She hadn’t. "Show me that gorgeous pussy, mom. Let me see those perfect lips again." She hesitated for a moment and then slowly stood, holding the robe demurely in front. "Oh mom, don't tease me. Show me your pussy. I love your pussy lips."Achingly slowly, she pulled the robe open, revealing at last her secret place. I was stunned to notice that the beautiful patch of neat, short hair was completely gone now. Her pussy was completely, beautifully, perfect shaved! Her thick outer lips were swollen open to. Oh, and her rack, her rack played a big part too.Now Liz didn't have any ties. Her boyfriend was forgotten about, she was just nineteen and although she wasn't on the look out, it was obvious that men would be after her. She hit town every weekend and and she was often subject to being asked out on dates and because of her nature, she more often than not, found herself going on them.There was a guy she met in town who she liked, they agreed to go out one midweek evening. He picked her up, they.