Donte finally stopped his assault on her cunt and gave her a few minutes to recuperate before he picked her up in his strong arms and took her out of ...he living room. She didn't need to ask him where he was taking her because she knew already as he began to walk up the stairs. He walked into the bedroom and placed Fahima on the bed. It dawned on her that she was about to be fucked by a big black cock in the same bed she shared with her husband. She lay there ready with her legs wide open ready. “Oohh! Somebody got laid!” sang a tall, slim redhead, breaking Santana out of her pleasant reverie.Santana couldn’t help but grin and blush furiously even as she flatly denied any carnal activity. “I did not! What are you talking about?” she answered, emphatically lying to her new friend.Veronica went on, “So last week when I met you, you were pretty stressed-looking, like there was some big drama going on in your life. I thought, ‘hey, new job, right outta college, of course, she’s nervous.’. It wasn’t long until he joined her. He slid in next to her and carefully reached out to her. "Come here baby let me hold you gently. Let me kiss you and take your mind off your pain."She brushed the tears from my eyes and smile as she moved into his arms. His arms went around her and with a voice as smooth a Tennessee whiskey spoke. "Now let me dry those tears," he said as he kissed each eyelid. "Where do you hurt the most sweetheart?" My lower back hurts the most."He brought his lips down on. My fingers trace your outer love lips and then I take them between finger and thumb and squeeze them. I hear your breathing grow harder. You are becoming so wet that my finger slips in between your lips and I stroke them rising higher and higher until I touch your clit. I feel the hot knob and gently stroke it with my thumb. It is now so wet between your legs that my finger slips easily into your love tunnel, then two. I push them in deeper and deeper and then curling my finger so they touch.