The thought of my wife having black child after black child got my cock harder. "Yes, master." is all I could manage to say,. He reached under me and ...troked me hard and fast. "Does that turn you on? The idea of your wife being a breeder for black men?"I nodded as I grunted louder. "Yes, master! Please! I believe in black supremacy!"He pushed all the way inside of me. I screamed loudly and slapped my hands on the table. "And by the time we're done..." he began. "So will your wife. She's going. "I'll let you touch them," Susan offered."Suse! I'm the Symbolic," I said exasperated. "I'm the reason Jennifer will let us compare." I meant mine," she whispered. I stopped, and someone walked into me."Watch it, asshole!" the guy growled."Gerald!" his friend said, pulling at his arm. "That's the Positive." Dude!" Gerald said, brushing off where he bumped me. "I'm sorry." It's okay," I replied."Are you sure?" he asked worried."Yes, I'm fine," I said with a fake smile. "Thank you." This sucks!". Tammy smiles as she watches the back and forth joking between Doring and Meanie. She walks to the ring and calls out, "I thought you guys never got misty..."Everyone in the ring looks at Tammy and smiles."Hey Tammy looking good..." Meanie smiles as Douglas holds the ring ropes open so Tammy can climb into the ring."Why? Because I'm looking more like you," Tammy laughs as she pokes fun at her own weight issue."Well..." Meanie laughs a bit, "There's more of you to love." Hardy Har, Har..." Tammy. To-night, she had already cum twice on Max’s fingers, before they adopted the classic sixty-nine position, she hadn’t cum in sixty-nine, but now he had brought her off twice more, and a rock-hard cock in her cunt promised a third. Perhaps, in time, Peter would learn – it might be fun teaching him – but for now, she definitely needed a Max. She lay on the bed, covered in sweat, and smiled at him, relaxing the grip of her thighs around him. His penis, still rock-hard, stirred in her vagina. ‘Oh,.