It was her that shook me from my thoughts by giving me a tongue-tangling kiss.She then stood up off the bed “I need something to drink”she said th...n gave me another kiss.I have to say with her tangled blonde hair and a trace of blonde hair on pussy she looked hot. Even though her breasts were tiny, there was something about her that made me want her again,and soon. Angelia laid down on her belly looking at me “that was fun”she said “but I still owe you a blowjob”. I could tell she had that on. Between my legs, he supported himself with his arms on either side of my chest. I could smell the sweat he had worked up fucking me the first time. He looked me in the eye, his face only an inch or two from mine and I felt his cock probing around for my hole. Soon, he had the head of his dick lodged at my entrance. To my surprise, he held it there and didn't shove into me."So whiteboy, you like where you are? You like being on your back with your legs spread and my big black cock ready to ram. “What are you?” “A… a whore…?” As a reward, she pushed the handle deeper into me, my pussy closing around the rounded knob. “Whose whore, kitty?” “Yours, Ma’am?” I was learning quickly. Overwhelming pleasure spread like electricity through my frame as I felt the ribbed surface of the handle enter me, moving slowly in and out as she fucked me with it. “And what are you going to let me do to you, if you let you cum, whore?” “Anything.” I gasped out, my hips taking on a life of their own, moving. Surprisingly I am the first one to reach there and I wail and moan as pleasure washes over me. My nails rake down his back and I am shocked by the torrent of cuss words that escape from my lips as I urge him on. His gentle moans suddenly explode into a horny grunt as he blast off inside me. He shudders and whimpers before laying his head on my breast and drifting off to sleep. HelenI am tired of being a good girl. I have nice house in a nice suburb, with a good husband. I do charity work, I.