In evening I left for home and purchased gift for priya. I reached home and priya was ready for night. She was wearing a short sleeveless patiala kurt... with a matching patiala salwar with light make up and matching heels. I had first time seen her in this type of dress instead of her regular saree. She was looking gorgeous. Her kurti was tightly hugging her body and her figure was looking gorgeous. From top of her kurti her boobs were trying to pop out and her cleavage was also looking and. I can’t believe you understand the mind of submissive white men so well.” She replied by saying, “Are you suggesting that most Black Dommes are stupid and that white men are so incredibly complex so as to render them indecipherable?” John backtracked, apologizing and trying to clarify. “Ohhhh, noooo. I was just saying that it’s clear that you are very well educated. I was . . . I was paying you a compliment, believe me. It’s rare to come across someone as articulate as you are.” “Well,. Then the black guy sat down and relaxed as I fell down on my knees hitching up my tight dress, ready for the action. I undid his pants and pulled them down, starting to lick his underwear several times. I could hear him moan right away as he probably never felt this before…I looked up and winked at him as I pulled down his black underwear and I found a delicious eight inches thick black dick; it was already hard from the tongue treat that I had given him. The texture of that huge piece of black. She felt herself responding to him, and returned so many of his kisses that it made her dizzy. GOD!!!, she thought, THIS guy is doing a number on me. He's marvelous. She had only expected to be his punching bag, and for him to fuck her a few times. Maybe 3 or 4. POSSIBLY 5, but no more than that. He had mentioned that he was 45, yesterday, so she wasn't expecting "Superman." She was well aware of the limitations that men had, as they went into their middle years. The drive lessened, and faded,.
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