I wanted to please him.The thought of making him cum, the thought of seeing his cum shot out of his big beautiful black cock was too much, I came agai... into his waiting, hungry mouth.Like the times before, it seemed that we were both suddenly aware of our surroundings and in a hurry to leave. This same pattern played out one more time, again in public. Looking back now, I wonder if the possibility of getting caught made it more exciting for him.The last time I was with Eric was at my house, in. ’I started to pant as he pushed the second toy inside me. It was big and I felt myself being opened up impossibly wide, not painful but stretched in a way that felt weirdly invasive. He kept pushing steadily and suddenly I felt it slip inside, my butt closing around a thin stem. I sighed in relief, only to feel the thing pushing deeper, opening me up again.I realized it was a series of anal beads, each with a ribbed surface and I struggled with the sensations as the second large bead slid into. But I have never seen such animalistic raw lust in my eyes. If I had know, that having sex on the stairs is like this, I would have tried it a long time ago. Of course it wasn't just the stairs. It was him.It was hard to tell, whether his mouth and tongue caused me to look that way or my aroused state was the very reason his mouth just couldn't get enough of my hot wet pussy. He trailed his tongue up and down between my labia, opening me, stretching me with his thumbs, clearly showing signs. "You're gorgeous," I said, eying her. She must have sensed, though, my disappointment in seeing her hair still piled on top of her head. "You haven't said anything about my hair," Janine said, almost pouting. "After that time at the concert when you caught me trying to undo it, I thought I'd better not bring it up," I said. "What I can see of it, I love." "Do you?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Would you like to see some more?" "I've been dying to ever since the company.