"I bought you tons of makeup, cunt, so you can look every bit the slut you are. I got you two real dildos that look just like cocks. They're long and ...at and hard, ready for your holes, baby. Before the night's over, your cunt and ass are going to be so fucking stretched out you could fuck a telephone pole." She was whining around my prick. She'd opened her jeans and her hand was digging noisily in her sloppy wet pussy while she bounced on the floor. She was trying to speak, but the way I was. Staring at me. All of me. My pussy directly infront of him getting impaled. Me tied down. My face tear-streaked but horny. My hair a mess, my legs spread wide. His eyes stop at my pussy as he watches me getting fucked by the damn machine for quite a while. Inspite of all the pounding. It gets me wet looking at him staring directly into my pussy getting fucked by something else. He comes closer and sits down near my feet. Then he props himself down resting himself on his elbows as he leans. She scowled at me and said, “you think I don know wut I’m doin?, I’m gonna hold you back till I’m bout ready ok Petey! Now get yo skinny white ass over here and eat my hard-up nigga pussy!” Her ghetto accent and dirty talking had my dick so hard acat couldn’t scratch it! The way she called me her “white ass” and called herself a “hard-up nigga pussy” just made me think of what a naughty and exciting thing we was doin. Lookin down over her big bubbly black body and hearin her tell me to eat. “Might need to plug in a power source”, she said as she pushed her finger into my anus, turning her digit round and making my sphincter expand. I felt my cock stiffen and the head of my knob enlarge. The train was humming now, starting to move forward. Anita lifted my cock and put the tip to her lips and then her tongue moved across my helmet sending stabs of pleasure through my sex. Anita opened her mouth and took in my manhood, rhythmically running her lips up and down the length of my.