Isabella looked like she was drawn to the Malamute, Max, from the start. Now she is stroking his belly and only stops when she gets to his sheathe. Sh... smiles and grips it lightly, feeling his cock inside his fleshy pocket. She strokes a little faster, focusing on making him grow big and large. His pink lipstick tip pokes out of his white fur, and soon she has his entire large, veiny, pink cock in her hand.She strokes slower now, and closer to the base to expose his knot.She stares at it,. But before Savita could answer, he said: “Oh, you must be the temporary secretary.” He grabbed a file carelessly and shoved it to her face. “Get this photocopied and triplicate.”Savita was furious. She stood there with her hands folded in a commanding stature. “I am not your secretary”, she said crossly. “Are you new here?”That’s when the guy introduced himself as Farhan Malik, a new guy on that floor who was promoted from the basement. He tried to lighten up the mood by comparing Basement to. I wanted to please him. I needed his approval. It was suddenly very important that I looked sexy to him,,, That I could make him happy like a girl would and sexually satisfy him enough that he wanted to blow his load inside me. I didn't expect it but having sex with a hung Black man felt different. I was so much more excited then all the times before and a lil nervous too.I finally made my way on top of him and started kissing down his neck and chest to his belly button when I got to his pants. The wisp of pubic hair only accentuated her thinness and paleness. ‘She’s showing off,’ I said to no one in particular, ‘she thinks that seeing her naked body will inflame me to passion.’ I chuckled at her arrogance and returned to my work. After a long interval, I noticed she had flipped over: her backside was no more appealing than her front. Her legs were spindly, her hips small and flat, and her back was covered by massive incursions of acne, her hair was a rat’s nest. By the movement of.