Ahhhh there she was, in what was obviously her bedroom. he rubbed his cock through his pants as he watches her undress, he's hoping she sleeps naked,...will make it so much easier if he doesnt have to worry about removing clothing. he almost moans out loud when she pulls off her shirt and unfastens her bra, letting them drop to the floor. she still looks tired even after her nap on the couch so he figures he will not have to wait long before she is asleep and he can come inside. she strips. Black. blood engorged cock and smack it across your face as your husband watches on but still, it was just not enough. That whole experience just left its mark in you. It planted a seed deep into your little white belly as it digested in there.. a deep seated lust for black cock and nothing BUT huge black cock. How would you ever explain this situation to your loving husband? Sometimes things like this just happen to white girls. So, you take it into your heart that one day, you will somehow. She said, “When they stuck the first finger in, I yelled at them to stop, but they didn’t. The second night, I didn’t yell until they put the second finger in. By the end of the week, I wasn’t telling them to stop until they had all four fingers in me. After a month, they could put their whole hand inside me and it still felt good.” I asked her if she wanted me to put my whole hand inside her and she said no, my hands were much bigger than the hands of the Night Things. But she wanted me to ass. A thought hit me and I took a smooth white rock, the size of my thumb, out of my back-pack and etched a heart shape outline with my black blade, handing it to Swarta. "A token of my love." I said.Swarta steadied her breathing. Taking my gift, she said, "I will treasure it, Von," while she kissed my forehead.Stepping out into the day again, we could see Sparrow sitting cross-legged in the shelter with a young girl, regaling her with some tale, showing elaborate hand movements. Swarta looked at.