Instead, he bites down on the nape of my neck, almost causing me to yelp. He roughly pushes me forward then pulls his head up, forcing me to crouch ha...fway between standing and laying down. I stand like this, confused, for a few seconds before I realize what he is trying to do. I feel something poking at my backside just above my tail. At the same time as he lowers his hips, I push my rear the ground. I whimper as my neck and shoulders bend from the odd position. He growls deeply and bites. "Come on," I urged him. "Put it in me."He cleared his throat and said, "I love it when you beg."He sounded sincere, so I slid my hands down the insides of my thighs and stroked them up and down my legs. I whimpered like a dog begging for a treat and said, "Please? Pleasepleaseplease, I need it! Give my hungry pussy something to suck on, please."He looked at me like he wasn't sure if I was play-acting or not. I was obviously having an effect on him. I put my feet on the floor and lifted my butt. Gasping a little, she remembered that Brandy had rubbed her nipples, so lowering her upper body while leaving her creamy cheeks high in the air, filled with an inch of Al’s dick, she leaned her weight onto one forearm while her other hand caressed her breasts. The pleasure she created for herself helped a little as Al began working his stiffie in and out of her bum hole, pressing another inch forward each time. Finally his hips were against her curves, and she heaved a sigh of relief.. It was from someone named Miss Violet and the subject line read: Do you want to be my niqqer bitch??? She immediately opened the email to learn more about the sender, but to her dismay the email was completely blank. There was only the subject line and nothing more. Was this someone playing a joke on her? Perhaps it was another angry black woman or even worse some man. But then again, it could be the real thing. It could be that wonderful White mistress that she had been searching.