As he lowered his hips, directing his rigid tool to the beckoning slit he remembered how this little slut had squealed when the Dean skewered her with...his mammoth cock. The memory sent a surge of obscene lust coursing through the young man's loins and he looked pridefully at his own organ. Not as thick as the Dean's but longer... and younger. He'd make this bitch regret that she'd spread her legs for those old men."Was it as thick as your wrist, bitch? Was the Dean's dong that big?" Miro slid. "Come on," he said, letting her go and grabbing her wrist. "Showme where your bedroom is."She couldn't think straight and she didn't know how to tell him no. Her heartwas pounding and her body throbbing with need. She led him dizzily up thestairs, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor,? and into her bedroom, forgetting that her sextoys were spread out on the bed, there among her stuffed animals.He looked at the ropes and vibrators, her handcuffs and slave collar?all the thingsshe?d purchased. I'm going to take you up to the bedroom and suck your dick so hard that your ears will be pulled inside your head and then we will go from there."It was a long and very enjoyable evening for me and the blow job and furious romp in the morning started my day off just right.That night something came up at work and I called home and told Abby not to hold dinner for me. When I did get home around nine I found Abby waiting for me in nothing but a pair of high heels. She had a drink in her hand and. I looked between our now sweating bodies. His dark black skin against my white body. It was springtime so I hadn't got a tan yet. Even with a tan we would contrast dramatically. I could see his wet shaft come out of me and then plunge back in. I took my gaze from that and looked up. His face was one of concentration and his eyes were closed. He opened his eyes for a moment and saw me looking at him. He continued to pound me as our eyes locked. Our bodies were joined in a primal way. I could see.