..hahahahaha’, stud boy reeled out at Mark. Mark was only daring to look through his fingers, covering his eyes.Tracey’s hole was a sight. She had...taken more than her fair share of massive Nigga dicks in there. Her ring not so much puckered but fuckered…lol! The fit lad spat a thick wad of saliva onto her bum hole. It filled the void and hung on in there. She twitched and pouted, sucking slowly his dirty spit into her sphincter, only a small sample remaining on her torn and crinkled ring piece.. Which was all wrong, Shawn would play, and he would joke, he was never serious like this. I was teetering on the precipice of panic when his mouth closed down on mine. It was hard, the pliancy gone, and hunger in its place. He ate at me like a man possessed, and God help me, I kissed back. It wasn’t a happy kiss, there was hunger and sex, but it was a power struggle. If I didn’t kiss him back, he would have won, and I would have been weak. By me kissing Shawn back, and matching his frantic and. I heard the toilet go and then the sink run. When she came back out she jumped on the bed and hit the same position that we were in before. This time she grabbed the big vibrator and gave me the one that she was using earlier. What the hell? I thought. Then It hit me, she had gone to the bathroom to make sure she was empty and to clean up the old vibrator so she could swap with me! Her ass was now soapy fresh, as was the vibrator, and she was once again sucking on my cock. Mandy placed the head. The next day we continued to text. I wanted to meet this guy and I asked him if we could meet that evening. He said he could, and I felt panicked with a mix of nerves, excitement, and horniness. It didn’t slow me down any. I wore a cute little outfit composed of a pair of skin-tight jeans, a tank top and scarf to match, no bra, and a denim jacket. I wore my hair down over my shoulders, and I went sparingly on the makeup. A few hours later, I was pulling into the parking lot of a local beach.