Do you want to seeit hard Bobbi?” She nodded. “Then say it, ” he said.“I want to see it hard. I want to see your big, black dick hard, ”she ...aid. I seemed to note a change in her breathing. Andthen she said it again. This time with no prompting. Andit was still growing. The big round head was starting topoint skyward.“It’s not a dick anymore Bobbi. It’s a cock. Tell me what itis Bobbi.”“It’s a big, black cock, ” she answered without hesitation.“A big, black, hard cock.”“What do you want to do. " She smiled up at me and spread her legs to show me her pussy, which she was rubbing slowly.“I see!”Then she sucked her fingers and said, “Is there any way I can avoid getting a ticket? My daddy will kill me.”She was the hottest thing I’d seen in years and my cock was getting harder by the second as I watched her suck her fingers. Although it was totally wrong, I did start to have fantasies of exactly how Ms. Cortez could keep me from writing her a ticket.“Well, there just might be a way,” I. I had to get her out of the room. "Let's just go down to the hotel bar and have a couple of drinks," I suggested.Brenda seemed to ponder the idea for a moment. She could see the pleading in my eyes. I think she knew how important it was to me. Finally she said, "Well, I guess for just a little while."I jumped up and grabbed Brenda and kissed her hard. She felt and smelled wonderful. My excitement was catching as I heard a little moan escape from my wife's throat. After a very long kiss, I. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I shouted like a lad in soap dramas who has just been stabbed by a knife.He waited for sometime and then started flexing his hips inside and out.Unlike last time,he didnt wait to start slowly,but rather humping me in top gear.I didnt sound like moaning,rather like a woman being tortured.In every stroke,his cock was plunging deep into me and coming out.Soon,the pain started subsiding and I started to feel pleasure.I could understand why doggie sex is preferred by.