“Get those fucking shorts off now,” she snapped at me as she stepped back. No hesitation, I pulled the tight Lycra down my thighs revealing my sha...en snatch, just a tiny patch of brown curls above my lips. She had stepped over to a spare keg and perched on the edge “Get over her and squat on my leg,” she ordered, and I’m happy to oblige. The leather was smooth and soft against my inflamed slit. “Fuck my leg, you heard me FUCK my leg BITCH” And, God help me, I did. I started to rub against her. I thought I was going to shoot, having her little hand on my throbbing cock, my load. Her fingers explored my cock and then my balls as I laid on the bed. Her little fingers started pulling on my shaft, up and down, up and down. Slowly her face came closer to my cock. I said lick it like you would a lolli pop. Her little tongue darted out, licking my cock, at first hesistantly...then getting stronger. She was able to get an inch in her mouth and worked her head slowly, up and down on my. Before the guys started to approach; Davon grabbed my hair and made me look at him in the eyes, while he whispered softly:"What do you want most in life, my little white married bitch…?" Black cock, Sir..." I hissed back, barely breathless.The three black guys laughed at my answer.I looked at them and they noticed my eyes were glued to those black cocks swinging in the air and calling me to them.The first one moved forward and he ordered me to suck his dick.I knelt in front of him and started. A bientôt. See you this evening." He snapped the phone closed and pulled a leather book towards him. From where she was standing, Samantha saw that it was a calendar. He scribbled a little note in it and closed it, putting it back on top of the pile."Are you feeling a little better, Samantha?" he asked standing. "Can I offer you something to drink?" He walked over the closet that held the washing machine, pulled it open, and then opened the door on the dryer as well before opening the washing.