Let his cum dry on my legs. I'm not done with you. Your pussy is mine for the rest of the evening.He told me that I was still a great fuck, up for any...hing. He liked me for being a great fuck, taking it anywhere like a good slut. Believe it or not that's what I liked to hear. I went back in first. With every step I could feel my cum soaked thong & his slippery cum rubbing against my legs.I went over and sat by my husband thinking about how I just got fucked, the feel of my cum soaked thong. I pushed her butt down and then reached underneath her and fingered her like a madman, then drove in deep and held tight against her. She was close but I could tell she was trying to last. Her beautiful ass was right in front of me and she couldn’t stop me so I switched hands and used my now wet finger to play around the edge of her anus. Her whimpering increased so I slowed my thrusting to prolong it. She begged me, “Please” but I waited until she begged again, then set one hand to fingering. Thefront of his jock strap was straining to hold his big hard black cock. Iwatched with bated breath as he pushed his jock strap off over his erectpenis. It sprang free and stood out over ten and a half inches. I hadonly seen a few black penises in the locker room at high school andcollege, and they were never hard. Since I was now in a woman's body, Ibegan to appreciate just how exciting a black cock could be.Roger pushed me back until I was laying across the massage table. Helifted both of my.
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