In a deep voice that was French-accented, he asked me if I was alright. I smiled and nodded, and thus I met Roger Duchene, the Haitian stud who stole ...y heart. Ladies and gentlemen, I used to be one of those Somali Muslim sisters who swore that she would never date or have any dealings with men from outside the Somali community. Well, I was wrong. I thought that Rahman Sharif was the man for me, but he betrayed me with that fat white slut Genevieve Charles, and my faith in men basically. It was so wet. Not tight. But very pleasurable. I kept fucking her for few minutes.“oooh..ooohh…” That was all she was saying. It was getting better and better with every stroke. I haven’t felt this greedy for a pussy before ever in my life. Right now I wanted to do every sexual fantasy I had in my mind. I wanted to fuck in the ass, I wanted to lick it, I wanted to cum in her mouth, everything. But I calmed myself as I thought those things would scare her she’d not want to do it again. Now I. I stroked it through his shorts for about a minute while telling him he was a good boy so that he would feel comfortable. He continued to feel my breasts more aggressively now and I could tell he was really getting into it. He seemed a little inexperienced with breasts because of just how crazy he went on mine! He was leaning into them and playing with my nipples it was amazing! He was moaning and squirming and It didn't last long before he squeezed my tits hard and buried his face into them as. I grabbed my cock and played it up and down Brittneys ass crack, feeling the fleshy mounds holding the tip of my cock tightly. I slipped the tip down and felt her mothers fingers as she continued fingering her dauther. Brittney was leaning against her mother for support and as I slid the tip of my cock up and touched the rim of her ass hole Brittney stiffend and I knew she was cumming. I waited a moment to let the cum run through Brittney and then I pressed the tip firmly against her.