...? I could barely breathe as I typed, "Yes. I want you to be the slut we both know is really inside you! Send me a pic!" My thumbs were shaking ...o bad I had to correct my text over and over."We went out back to kiss. I felt his hard cock rub against me. He asked me to take off my panties, should I?" Fuck yes! Send me a pic!!"All the sudden a picture came across my phone showing a black man's hand resting high on my wife's thigh. Her panties were clearly visible in her clutched right. Mein Blick wanderte über seine gestählte Brust, direkt zwischen seinen Beine.Mit trockenen Mund, etwas nervös reichte ich dem erregten Mann meine Hand. „Tanja?“ Er forschte in meinem Gesicht. „Bist du dafür nicht zu jung?“ Ich traute kaum ihn anzusehen. Sein Schwanz wirkte riesig. Er stand in der engen Baumwollleggings ab. Mein Herz pochte vor Aufregung schneller.“Ich bin jetzt volljährig“, sagte ich und konnte nicht verhindern das meine Stimme ein wenig trotzig klang.„Ah, süße achtzehn“,Greg. Then he dropped back to the mattress once more, limp like a lettuce, yet hot like a steam engine as hot breath and sighs seemed to exit from every orifice.I found I was stuck to my duvet with sweat, but I pulled it off and scrambled up to sit with my back against my pillow and the wall, then hunted for some tissues to blow the spunk from my nose with.Nigel opened his eyes, looked up to see what was happening, and when he saw me covered in his cloudy morning dew he smiled weakly then turned. As Mr. Kain worked his way down to the sweet spot on my neck I rubbed the hard rod in his pants. He let out a loud grunt on my neck then pulled up my shirt and started to suck on my breast. I wiggled and moaned due to the mix of a tickle and pleasure feeling. One of his hands move down under my pants to feel how wet I was. I gasp as one of his fingers barley entered me. Im able to only fit two of mine but for some reason one of his fingers was a lot. Mr. Kain, Please. I moaned arching my back..