He pulled down his pants and took out his 7½-inch dick. “You want this, girl!”“Yeah,” cooed the delicate voice.“Lemme feel dat pussy,” he...whispered.“Okay!”Omar’s hand was guided downwards over some silky smooth skin,“There you go,” murmured the vixen.“Dat’s yo’ booty hole. Lemme feel da pussy!”“That is my pussy. My boipussy.”“What the fuck?”“Yeah, Omar. It’s Cody.”“Naw! I don’t do dat.”“You were flirtin’ hard with me earlier.”“Shit,” Omar sighed. “My shit still hard.”“Just stick the head in. Tracy took out a large make-up kit, shone a bright desk lamp over his face, and got to work. Her expert hands treated Rays face to a parade of moisturizers, creams, rouge, lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara. "The trick," muttered Tracy, half to herself, "is not to use too much. A lot of young girls starting out with make-up use way too much and end up looking like sluts. No, just a little bit goes a long way..." Ray sat for what seemed like hours. Still, he had to admit it was relaxing just. Katie tried her level best to kill me with sex the rest of the week. Normally we only got in two or three times a week with two small children barely three underfoot. But that week Katie made dinner and cleaned everything up so I didn't have to. And every night while I was putting the kids in bed she turned down the sheets and was waiting for me while wearing some new lingerie.I was wondered where she got the outfits. But every time I asked she looked upset and said she had to do this to make. He craned his neck over her shoulder to gaze at her pussy.She felt naked and exposed ... and naughty. She finally stopped fighting him, wondering what he’d do next. He gave a little laugh, and reached down with one of his hands and stroked her pussy. Well, that at least felt good. She was content for a while to just lay there and let him finger her. He finally began working on her clit and she felt the familiar twinges run up and down her legs. Good grief, she thought. Am I really gonna cum? Am.