“That’s it,” she says, “Cum for me.”I let out a gasp. “Yes, yes, fuck! Don’t stop—ah!”I’ve had plenty of sex before, but nobody ha... ever made me cum. This time was different.The orgasm comes hard. It crashes over me like a tsunami, and I suddenly find myself in a world of pleasure. Bianca’s fingers fuck me deep, and they feel tighter in me now. All I can hear is my own moans and pleads for her to keep going.After what feels like a hundred years, the orgasm fades, and Bianca pulls away from. I stood in the area near one of them and noticed he looked over at me a couple of times, so I pulled out my cock and started to play with it. A minute later he did the same. As I was on a tight schedule, I slide over near him and asked him what he liked. He said, “I love oral.” I asked him if he meant giving or receiving, and he said receiving mainly, but he had sucked some too. I asked, “Can I suck you off?,” and he replied, “Yes!” He was half sitting on the shelf structure at the back of the. I stuck out my tongue and began licking the massive rod.I opened my red lips even wider and tried to take as much of his thick cock as I could. But just six inches I could get inside.I gagged and pulled out his huge shaft, searching for some air.Davon slapped my face and he shoved again his dick into my throat. I grabbed his cock and began to suck his head in earnest, sliding it in my mouth as much as I could.The nigger bastard moaned and slapped my face every time he looked not satisfied with. All right, an inch and a half, but I outweigh her. She was very disappointed when she lost.I said, "Get over it Babe, you're a girl. You're not supposed to win."It became a tradition. We would arm-wrestle every year on our anniversary (for eight years now). And every year she would detest losing.As I said, she's a big girl, tall and lean with small breasts and great legs-- the athletic type, my type. She's basically a knockout, with long, beautiful jet-black hair.We had a very good sex life. We.