I heard my wife moaning and gasping, and the sound of Samuel’s massive balls slapping against her ass and thighs, as he continued to pound deeply in...to her.After Max’s cock was fully hard he pushed me back and said, “That’s enough for now, white boy. I want to save my cum for your wife’s pretty, white cunt. So, turn around and lean your head back on the couch so I can feed you my balls.”My back was against the couch, and my head was lying back on the cushion. Max straddled my head with his. Then, she feels a hard lash to her exsposed clit, as she jumps at the sting applied to her most vulnerable area.She hears low whispering, but cannot make out the words. Her mind races, there is someone else there with them, but Who? There is silence for secounds, minutes, she was unsure how long, one secound felt like an hour, and an hour felt like only a secound as she tried to imagine what was about to happen.Suddenly she felt a hand against her clit and someone fingering her. She could feel. Her hair was in disarray, dark circles were starting to show under her eyes. She stuck out her tongue not sure what she was looking for and sighed heavily. ‘Who the fuck are you?’ Rubbing the back of her neck she answered herself. ‘Oh yes. You’re that washed up, no talent, pathetic, brain damaged artist.’ After stripping off her yoga pants and panties she stuck her hand under the water to test the temperature, finding it to be fine she stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The. We produce some of the finest wines in the State of Washington. Not that I'm an authority on wine, mind you. Though, I guess I've had more of it than most kids my age.aroslav: Well, tell me about school and what your goals are.SANDRA: I'm a sophomore at PCAD studying illustration and graphic arts. I love figure drawing, but I'm especially good at technical drawing.aroslav: What do you draw?SANDRA: I picked up a part-time job working for an intellectual properties attorney doing drawings for.