' ]I'd often seen attractive European women vacationing in Marrakesh (German, French, Italian, British, some Spanish, etc.) but I'd only lusted after ...hem from a distance! They were unreachable to a man like me, an African man, and yet, the urge to get a chance to fuck one of them had always remained strong.But that was over now, and as I felt my hard cock driving deep and vigorously inside of Mara's warm, wet, and so inviting pussy, she clung tightly, with an unmistakable urgency as we fucked,. Vicky turned her face slowly to me. ‘Hello, slow coach. Come up for air, have you? God, the coffee’s gone cold. Took your bloody time. Debs nearly feel asleep!’ Polly laughed. ‘You’re so unkind. Debra was struggling not to cum, weren’t you?’ ‘Well, one had to use one’s willpower. I was surprised at you though Vicks. I thought you gave in rather too easily. Bit like a jockey pulling his mount I thought.’ Had I but known, all of this had been pre-arranged. Not the outcome of the race, that had. She is sweet and sassy... the perfect combination of sugar, spice... and everything naughty. She's soft and sexy, with a passion that burns fiery hot... and I can't get enough.As I round the corner, her back is to me, so I take a step back to see what's up.She's not what you might be expecting, but so much more than I ever thought possible. She is an Earth Mother type with thick thighs and a gravity defying ass. Big breasts and large, ultra sensitive nipples... and the sounds she makes when. We piled in, and she pulled me close on the front bench seat. She was not shy about planting another smoldering kiss on me as the crowd continued to thin out from the game.“Are you hungry? I am.” She said before I could answer. She started the car and carefully backed out of the parking lot and headed to the drive in. I bought her a burger and fries along with one for myself and we ate in relative silence. She kept looking across the seat and grinning at me. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any.