“Can I fuck you?”He asked. I asked him if he had condom and lube. He had lube but no condoms. He said he hasn’t been fooling around with anyone ...esides me, so I let him fuck me. He started with fingering, trying to stretch out my asshole.When I was lose enough, he lied down and lifted me up. He settled my legs in between his hips and asked me to ride him. I sunk down on his thick cock and I winced a bit because this was the first time I’m taking a dick up my ass. I’m a top.When I was settled. My eyes peered over, my hands moving through latex buckles. "Open a little wider for me, baby. Let me see that tongue of yours."He parted his lips, opening wider, let his tongue find its way out. Licking. Teasing.I was watching him now, not watching the evil contraption in my hands. Not feeling, anymore, the long black cock. The smooth, cock-shaped rubber. How it was attached to a strip of latex that would soon cover his mouth, riding tightly all the way up under his nose.The other side of it.. She knew she was beautiful of course, but it was obvious that she didn't have to try to turn heads, she wore the minimum of make up and her clothes, while expensive, were understated rather than the opposite.I sat enthralled as she told me about her life and her lovers and quite unashamedly admitted that she was bi-sexual,"But there's only one man in my life at the moment darling" she laughed, "And he's sitting beside me" Can I kiss you again mum?"She turned in surprise and giggled that special. Moisteningher lips with a flickering pink tongue, Charise arched her back andremoved the belt with sensitive, precise fingers. Palming elastic withher left hand, she slipped the garment off her body in a single deftmovement. There was not an instant's hesitation in the manoeuvr?; she'dhad months of practice to hone her technique. Slinging the garter beltover her shoulder with saucy precision, she turned back down the catwalkas the crowd roared their appreciation.8.Charise posed on the runway.