She felt wicked and reached down and grasped it. It moved toward her like a compass needle to her iron. She ran her fingers over his bump and immediat...ly realized that here was power. She knew what she wanted to do. She pulled his shirt over his head. Then her fingers quickly found the snap to his jeans and zipper and then he was stepping out of his pants and drawers. Salt sat on the side of the bed and took his cock in hand. It seemed to have a life of its own—a pulse. She explored it with. He was trying really hard to get all of his cock in my mouth and I was trying really hard to take it but it just wouldn't all fit. Finally he pulled out of my mouth, slapped me twice on the face and rammed his cock back in my cunt. One full push, all the way in, then I felt him cum. I don't know how much but it filled me to over flowing. He pulled out, wiped his cock on my face the dried it off on my hair and went over and sat back in the chair and lit a smoke. I just laid there on the couch,. Bastian and I do not do any oral sex since it is culturally frowned upon in Jamaica and pretty nasty, but we have found that white couples just love to suck his big, black cock and my pussy. For some reason, the sight of his big cock and the feeling that the wives get being totally filled and stretched by that big cock are enough to get nice white couples like you to do anything for us. Plus, I get to fuck all of Bastian friends when they are in need of some pussy."Then I asked, "But how did. Each got thoroughly washed by her tongue.Each arm was done as a unit. Once the left was finished, she started working down my sides, from the armpit to my waist. Ten or fifteen kisses each, alternating right to left, the same spot on each side. She then moved back up to my chest, kissing on top of the diaphragm, just below my pectoral muscles. Back and forth, over my whole front, working down to my stomach, culminating with her tongue exploring my navel. The anticipation and sensitivity.