She is about 5'7, has long brown hair, and wears glasses. When I were in middle school I used to get caught staring at her supple, lovely-shaped tits ... lot, which embarrassed me greatly, even now (even though I admittedly still look when I can get away with it). She generally keeps to herself because she's so competitive, I don't think I've ever seen her talk about having any friends, let alone a boyfriend or anything. Spends most of her time tinkering in our basement.So one day, I was going. She looks as me through half closed eyes and tells me, "I have never seen a more gorgeous body on any man, he is a god and I will do anything he wants!" This statement was for my benefit, even though I'm not in bad shape I do have somewhat of a beer belly and I'll tell you I vowed to myself to start working out more to get rid of my gut! She then engulfed the head of his big black cock in her mouth. She pulls away for a few seconds and exclaims "I love the contrast between the black shaft and. Her mother took off her apron, and practically raced out of the kitchen to join her husband in welcoming their guests.Fatima couldn't help but overhear all the pleasantries and greetings between everyone. She heard her mother being introduced to a guy by the name of Irfaan. Aaahhhh, Irfaan Patel, nice name, she thought and then she heard a deep, rich male voice greeting his mother politely. That voice immediately made her think of the nameless stranger and the way he'd sounded. She felt a. And then he began just pounding into me.“ Look at the slut’s tits bounce!”, Jane cackled.I certainly was as John thrust away into me without a care. He certainly had a nice cock, but it was not stretching me wide like my preferred ones do. He just sent waves of pleasure through me instead. I had a bit more stimulation when he would slam up against my clit, but it was driving me mad“ I think the slut likes it, don’t you slut?” Jane hissed at me“ Yes ma’am”, I said groaning through the.