Midnight passed, they had both had several whiskies, and Erin stood up, blushingly claiming she should go back to her room. "Do you really need to?" J...ck almost surprised himself as the words left his mouth. No sooner had he spoken than the pair were locked in a passionate kiss, releasing in thier lust the tension of the evening. Within a minute, they were tearing off their clothes. Jack gasped as Erin stood before him, her suspender belt framing the soft golden curls of her pussy hair and her. I started to plead with her not to, she looked me in the eye and said that if that was the case this all stopped now. She would go into the bathroom and remove the tattoo."I want to ask you something. In lot of the stories online there is a thing where the wife is off the pill, meaning the black man she is sleeping with could get her pregnant. Why is that such a turn on?"Sitting up on the couch next to her I told her it might have to do with that being the ultimate act of ownership, the. I gathered up my wife’s sweet pussy juices and the salty taste of the futa’s delicious cum.I loved it. I licked again while the sounds of fucking and moaning came from the board. This was all so exciting. As I took a third lick, hands grabbed my rump. A hard futa-cock pressed into the folds of my pussy. My girl-dick throbbed.“Principal McTaggart, I got to try your pussy now,” moaned Elizabeth, still hard.“Do it!” my wife moaned. “Fuck her, Elizabeth. My naughty futa-wife needs it.”“I do!” I. "Aaron was also nineteen and one of the hottest males that worked for any fashion designer that fought for him to model their clothes. His hair was the color of rich dark chocolate, waving over the iciest blue eyes framed with the longest lashes that made her jealous whenever she stared into his eyes. It almost hurt to look at him. "That makes two of us, Em." His laugh was a deep rumble that was nice to listen to. "Especially for this kind of photoshoot." Yeah, I wonder what my mom was.