Slowly his pace builds, his grip tightens still further and his kisses deepen, hungry and searching and being met with someone equally as hungry and d...sperate as himself. I thrust my hips towards him as I feel the burning furnace growing within me once more. I feel him begin to throb inside me and his lips break away from mine. I open my eyes and watch as he strains to hold onto control for just a moment longer. I push myself closer and closer to my edge, trying to find the release that he is. He is struggling, my cousin's mouth making the black rod so fucking wet, glistening, lubricating him... We are both so close, my god my cousin is beautiful, she looks lovingly at her lover... so desperate for a taste. I'd do anything to get a taste of her sweet wet dark little Asian cunt.The black man starts kissing her stomach, her hips, and finally her inner thighs, his nose so close to that glorious scent as I was.... I NEED to cum so badly, oh my god...He starts kissing my cousin's still. The smell enveloped her like a thick fog, raced up her nostrils, and pooled in her throat and mouth, triggering instant reactions in the most primitive parts of her brain. It was god-awful. She would never be clean again. She would never forgive Mark. She was going to gag…she was…she…she was…she… Amanda took another sharp inhale. She felt the fart hovering around her like a miasma, and was glad. Glad? Part of her brain felt funny. Loose…loose. Her nostrils flared. The fart was finally starting. It was uhhh weird. That’s all.” The next night came. He was sitting on the floor going through and looking at some stuff. Gracie walked in and smiled, saying hi to her dad. She plopped down on the floor to talk wearing pajama shorts and a pajama top. To her, they looked “sexy” in a manner of speaking, which to some guys they were. They were a bit older so they were maybe a little tighter on her seeing as she was more developed in ways she never was in the past. She hadn’t said a word. Out of.