“Damn nasty girl, but that’s what happens when you white whores get used up” Master D proclaimedEmma was in a full daze as she ran to the back r...om to clean herself up. “You are not done yet” Master D said as he came into gather Emma and take her to the other room.Emma was led to a chair and where she had to lie back. Sitting directly on her ass caused her too much pain so she rolled onto her side. She was almost too exhausted to ask what was going one when she noticed one man with tattooing. Never before had she felt such a strong connection, they were complete opposites in every way except one…..their desires. They talked consistently on the phone or online almost everyday, their bond grew along with their need to consummate their bodies, and souls. When they couldn’t be satisfied with just erotic talk anymore, they knew the time had come to finally meet in person. He made arrangements to take an extra day on a business trip next month and fly to meet her. For her, the waiting. I could feel the roughness, as he licked and wiggled his tongue into me, feeling his cold nose against my naked body, hitting my pleasure spot as he reached in deeper, with his tongue, lapping as far as he could go, tasting my juices. His body was straddled over mine and his belly fur was tickling my nipples.I could feel my body reaching and straining to get him into me deeper and harder, needing more, feeling my body throbbing with feelings that I had never felt before. So I went to stroke him. "Of course, of course!" I tried not to make the box springs squeak too much as I climbed in through the window. "We'll have to be really quiet until your mom goes upstairs." I warned Samantha."So are my boobs really that nice, or did you just need to get your rocks off?" Samantha asked once I was in her bed room."I needed to get my rocks off because your tits are way better than nice. They're absolutely amazing. If you keep growing, you're going to have high school boys camped out in your front.