I need a man who can take me from behind as he tunnels his strong fingers into my thick locks and grab hold, tightening his grip as he forced my head ...ack against his chest. I want his tongue to caress the curve of my shoulder, trailing with hot intent toward the exposed lobe of my right ear and just as his breath begins to send shivers down my spine, his will take that sensitive bit of flesh betwixt his teeth as he ram himself deep within my convulsing sheath. Leaning over me, he palms my. She’d be sorry she ever turned up on his turf. He charged at her, throwing a fist into her left cheek and knocking her head sideways. She recovered quickly, snapping back to block his follow-up shot with her forearm and pound him in the gut. As he bent to clutch his stomach, she sent a kick cracking into his chest. He stumbled back, but regained his composure just in time to take another fist to the face. Flailing, he lashed out with his left arm. She swiftly hooked it in her own arm and. Whenever Neesha spoke, her Jamaican accent was obvious but she always took care to annunciate each word steadily and clearly. Although now more relaxed, her accent became thicker and spoke quicker but her words remained eloquent and musical. ‘My mother always made sure that I didn’t speak Patwa in the house. She even made me read the dictionary each day!’ Neesha exclaimed. ‘She didn’t want her children to grow up to be little raggamuffins but when she stubbed her toe it was a different story!. I had no interest in Laurie as a girlfriend or anything like that - hell I still didn’t even like her all that much because she acted so weird, yet I was obsessed with her.Nooo, it’s more accurate to say that I was obsessed with her girl parts. I wanted to see those nice titties again and do things to them! I wanted her warm, soft hand to finish jacking me off! I wanted to further explore that hot, aromatic, soppy wet pussy. I wanted to fuck her so bad that my balls ached just thinking about.