He dragged the feather back down to her pussy and stroked her with it lightly, her body desperately wanting more contact with him. He alternated betwe...n stroking her lower lips and her clit, listening to the small moaning sound coming from her throat. It was as if she were begging, only without words. He drew the wet feather up her torso and began stroking her tits. Long, light, sweeping strokes from the outer area of the breast, moving inward toward the nipple, but never touching it. She had. Her shoes were close to being called stilettos; very thin heels, straps around her ankles, and nearly four inches high. The outfit looked really good on her, and I quite liked the effect that the shoes had on her legs and her ass.I decided to wander over as she was finishing up. She stumbled a little as one of her heels sank into the ground and I smiled to myself thinking of the hazards of high heels. She looked up as I arrived, an inquiring expression on her face, but she didn't say. ”“Ever practice with any of your girlfriends?” Rizzo asked, watching as much for Sandy’s reaction as her answer.“Practice?”“Practice,” Rizzo repeated, then elaborated, “kissing and stuff.”“Oh I don’t know anyone who does that,” Sandy replied, a response that seemed almost as defensive as it was quick.Rizzo found it interesting that Miss Virginity of 1959 hadn’t reacted to the suggestion quite the same way as she did the prospect of a blow job. It made her wonder if she might not be adverse to. The dark huge cock moving into her beautiful mouth was amazing..The white fairly was sucking hungrily on my black hard cock… Then I took hold of her dark thick hair and plunged my cock deep… I could see her pussy was already wet… Soon she was able to take about 5inches into her mouth… I was hitting her throat… I pushed a little more each time.. I was literally fucking the bitch’s throat… She gagged for a few times… I was not allowing her to breathe freely..Slowly I was loosing control.. I was.