Ssssssshhhhhhhh…… Omg,,, kaise bataun…… Mera to story likhte likhte hi sex krne ka mood hone laga……..Jab car roki to dekha ki waha koi nah... tha waise bhi new year ki starting thi is tym koi baag dekhne jyadatr nhi ata hai maine car ki seat girayi aur jaha se 2 saal phle chhoda tha wahi se start kiya boobs dabate dabate maine pehle 15 min tk kiss kiya aur phir apna lund uske haath me diya aur bola ki ise suck kro… Aur usne meri baat khatam bhi nahi hone di thi aur pehle hi mera lauda apne muuuh. The people of this town were different. Very different. Why has the horse led me through here, she asked herself as the atmosphere became more and more menacing and she began to be jostled by the gathering throng of citizenry who seemed to be pouring out onto the street to vent their rage against her."Go on, you can't help me. Save yourself, old boy." she muttered to the horse, which, since she was still forbidden to mount it, could be of no assistance to her as a way of escape from the. Sara could tell that Carter's efforts on Pete were beginning to pay off. Pete now had Carter's cock out of his mouth and was grasping it in his hand, periodically running his tongue down the shaft and around the head. Pete was obviously distracted though, and Sara guessed he was about to cum. She could tell that Carter knew this too, as his efforts had doubled. Carter bobbed his head up and down on Pete's shaft faster now, taking more and more of his length into his throat until the whole. I thought back to how it must have been prior to the Civil War when slaves were prominent in the old south. Having a bunch of dark wenches to satisfy my cock was exciting. Being able to fuck them whenever I wanted, even fucking their mammies and sisters, maybe even drilling their brothers in their tight asses.I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled Nat's head tight against my stomach while I unloaded my hot cream into her mouth. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! "Swallow it all you fuckin' little black.