Your legs wrap themselves around my hips, slamming back into me at just the right moments. I lower my head and catch one of your nipples in my mouth, ...eething it hard, making you cry out even more. Rather than hurting, it becomes a nice complement to the pleasure spreading out through your entire withering body.“Fuck, yeah!” you yell. “Harder, fuck me harder!”I pound into you even harder, making the headboard of the bed slam against the wall. You can't even hear it over the pounding of your. It's better here in the States anyway, in Singapore the customer was always right and some of them weren't gentle. That's behind me though and I don't like looking back too far.I smiled to myself as I heard Sam's college friends laughing and whooping as he went back into the living room. They'd heard the noise, probably half the neighborhood had heard that bed banging against the wall, and they knew exactly what had been going on. Sam would be grinning, blushing a little, but happy because he'd. I used this interracial fantasy as part of my arsenal to keep him happy. Other times I would tell him "stories" of me being seduced by some dark stud with him adding suggestions along the way as he whacked off. I swear his cum almost hit the ceiling. As time went on the stories, through his suggestions got kinkier and kinkier. It was not enough that I was seduced by some superior black lover, he wanted to be there watching. Then he brought up he wanted to assist. I asked him how and he told me. As we wandered the park I helped myself to the occasional squeeze of her ass or an ogle of the deep cleavage her dress was showing. As we neared the boardwalk around the pond, Marilyn asked me if I had ever tried risky sex. I let her know it was one of my favorite activities. We leaned against the boardwalk railing and began making out. After what felt like an hour, but was more likely only 10 or 15 minutes she stopped. Marilyn stepped back, hiked up her skirt and squatted down and began.