I had to bite my lower lip to stop from making any noise. I laid my head back and tried to keep my eyes closed. I felt his fingers working under the e...astic of my swimsuit. I knew that he could feel how slimy my pussy was and by now he knew just how sexually turned on he was making me. It was so exciting. I had heard stories about other white women who had been m*****ed in the bus or on the train by black men but never thought it could happen to me. Now here I was sitting in a hot tub a day. I wrapped my hand around him and began to slowly pump his shaft. He groaned and pushed his hips forward to get as much of his cock into my fist. I tightened my grasp and made sure to pull his cock through my hand so that the entire head disappeared into my palm. Then I slid my hand back down the shaft so that the purple head reappeared between my thumb and forefinger. He bucked in my hand and a great spurt of cum shot out of the end of his cock, landing on my face. I quickly swallowed the head. But not once did I feel she was going to lean forward and kiss me, or that she wanted me to make the first move.As I pondered this strange paradox, I thought back to last Saturday when I’d stormed into the party to see Jill dancing so sexily with Luther and the hungry wolf-like look he’d had on his face as he’d held Jill at arm’s length to watch her sway and move in that incredibly revealing dress. But even then he’d not kissed Jill, so maybe this was Luther and Dee’s boundary. Maybe they had a. He was amazed to see my bra inside and whispered in my ears that “you are so sexy, baby.”He removed my t-shirt and started licking my body like a hungry dog. He was in love with my armpit and navel and I was feeling like a slutty bitch. Then, he pulled my shorts also down and started licking my legs and thighs, made my legs wide spread and gave me deep kisses on my dick and asshole. Though my mind was worried about getting caught, my soul was enjoying the act. After few seconds, he whispered in.