With a husky groan, he fisted one hand in my braid, and the other slid under my hips, pulling me hard against him, letting me feel his own need, his m...uth crushing against mine. I couldn’t get enough. No matter how much he gave me, how deeply we kissed, how many times he made me tremble through orgasm, I wanted more. I needed him inside of me, on top of me, surrounding me. I needed him to be my world, my thought, the very air I breathed. I needed to bring him as much pleasure as he brought me,. It was so silly. What sixteen year old girl would get all gooey over a man touching her face?But, when Bob had looked into her eyes and traced the tips of two fingers from Layla's shaven scalp, down and along the edge of her ear, and across her cheek to her lips, she had held her breath. Then he'd leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers ... lightly ... gently.Layla's "ohhhhhh" hadn't been an act at all, and it hadn't been said because she knew her line either.His fingers had gone on,. I walked into the room and noticed it was a black guy she was speaking with. He was dressed in a suit and looked to be around 25 years old.She turned and gave me a quick kiss than turned back to the screen and​​ introduced me to this man she was talking to."Daryl. This is my husband Rob. Rob honey. This is Daryl."I leaned down in front of the computer screen. "hey. How are you doing." I said.Candice than went on to speak to this guy named Daryl. "I'll let you go now Daryl. Text me if something. Then I went deeper and faster, slamming my pussy down hard onto his cock. His hands reached for my breasts, squeezing them before he gripped my arse cheeks and began to fuck me back. His groans grew louder as he powerfully slammed his cock up into my pussy.I began to cum again, my nipples hardened as my pussy tightened around his cock. I began to jerk violently as I coated his cock in my juices. Then he sat up and held his breath, his body began to shake as I felt his cock twitch inside of me..