Lorraine was a tall Italian American woman with a thick, muscular build, and had developed a nice tan from being outdoors a lot. Her eyes were big and...brown, and she had wavy, shoulder length hair that had been dyed jet black. She wore a tank top, tight daisy duke shorts that showcased her bulging butt cheeks prominently, and flip flops. ‘I miss your platinum blonde hair,’ Beth said, smiling. She was a slender black woman who had her hair in braids. ‘I do, too,’ she replied. ‘A couple of guys. She wanted him. She needed himThe wetness she felt trail down her inner thigh was proof that she was ready for him to take whatever he wanted from her. She felt a slight adrenaline surge when she realized she was willing to give him more of herself than he would even ask. Once her head rested on the bed, he reached up and gently touched her eyelids. She obediently closed them as a new wave of bumps surfed across her skin.They had played with blindfolds, ropes, clamps, and toys before. Poo couldn’t bear the thing I was doing. She started calling to me to take her. But I wanted take her slowly and savour each moment while doing. Then I went onto her after much persistance and continued kissing embracing her body. I then unhooked her bra – and lo, there they were – beautiful rounded fair boobs with pink areola surrounding the brown erect nipples. I squeezed both of them hard and started licking around her nipples – sometimes biting them softly. I tried to take them wholely. Her fingers pumped deeper. My toes curled. I moaned again. My hips undulated into her pumping fingers. Faoril's thumb rubbed faster on my clit. Pleasure shot into my core. My pussy clenched down on her digits."Little slut," Faoril groaned. "Cum for me. You can't resist me. You have to cum for me."My body shuddered. My lips popped off her nipple. "Yes, yes! I can't fight it! I'm cumming, Faoril!"The bed creaked as I thrashed. The pleasure flooded through my body. My pussy convulsed on her.