“That thing is massive. It won’t fit inside of me. No way.” And yet, she could not look away. It was obsidian black, battle-tested, ready for mo...e.Ken lingered, neither pressing forward nor retreating. Mrs. Thomas, the bewitching and intoxicating sexual savant to whom he owed so much, had taught him that with patience, reluctance transformed to curiosity, and curiosity bred lust. She had introduced him to the art of seduction, and in the years since, he had become a virtuoso of the art form.Ken. And Emma begins to suck his cock, balls, slit, and asshole bringing him to the ultimate height of enjoyment. When he knows he can’t last much more, he lowers himself to the floor, pushes the coffee table away some, and kneels between Emma’s now spread legs, waiting for him.Something comes over him at that moment, and he clicks on Emma’s laptop, back to the site and broadcasting and turns the camera to watch him fuck Emma how she needs to be. Emma is unaware of this now voyeuristic sex they. Then he spread my lips burying his mouth into my wet hole extending his tongue into my soft wet hole pushing as deep as he could.He flicked his tongue inside my slick pussy.I jumped as his tongue flicking inside me triggered every nerve making my body twitch with every flick of his tongue.Oh my god I was on the verge of screaming out and had to hold my hands over my mouth screaming into them thrusting my hips up to push him deeper inside me.I exploded inside and couldn't contain my juices from. Therefore, it was imperative for him to see them. But how could he see them without being seen? Something wet and light dropped on his neck and he jumped. By the gods, he was so tense! He smelt it even before he removed it and looked up to see the culprit-the wild pigeon whose feces had dropped on his neck. He smiled tautly at it, relieved, and an idea struck him. He turned and scanned the area quickly for the right tree. Soon he chose an ukwa tree about thirty paces away from him. It was.